Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time [Dominique]

[Dominique]

Not one to question what to do with a weapon that landed in her possession she had it ready to fire in the blink of her blind eyes. Aim and pull the trigger. as she released her body to do her command she felt the bone piercing bullet find its way deep inside her shoulder. It was too late. The impact and following sharp jolt had the spray of bullets intended for him disappearing well outside their intended mark. A ear piercing sharp cry rang out in the crowd. So her bullets had not entirely been wasted. Good thing there was a doctor in the spectators. No one needed to suffer to see this fiasco to it's end. Especially her.

"Now **** is gonna get really, Old Man. Better brace your raisins." Dominique was feeling a bit irritable that she was deprived of the enjoyment of witnessing her bullets landing in his skull.

[Enver Marshall II]

Well, that was lucky on his end. His shot had made her missed! And hit some asshole in the crowd. Enver hoped that they weren't dead, but a good lesson on patience was needed. He fought on his own methods, not anyone else's, but now that '**** was getting really old' in Lady Girl's mind, he needed to stay ahead of the game. He hobble moved to the other side of the cage, trying to get away from the side that was throwing the most **** at them, firing off more shots in Lady Girl's direction.

Just as he pointed at her and took aim with the gun that he sure as hell wouldn't sell anyone, not even his biggest enemy, Enver slipped over an orange peel and went tumbling forward, cheek scraping the ground as shots fired all over the place, landing who knew where. ****, after he was done here tonight, he'd have to get in touch with Wilson and see what could be covered up with some silence money.

You take aim at Dominique and offload multiple rounds, but they are too quick. They slip into cover, causing you to miss every single shot.

[Dominique]

Dominique had more than enough. She was blind, tits out to a crowd throwing produce at her and thankfully weapons. That she could do something with. Not that she had time to break it down and be lucky enough that someone would throw better parts to her that she obviously needed. Had it been crafted to perfection the guy getting hauled out on a gurney by emergency services wearing riot gear would not need the extra attention. But that wasn't her primary concern. Getting Enver Marshall 2.0 to drop and accept defeat was pretty much up her line of current thinking.

"You had enough yet?" She counted on the air to tell her where his location was to take aim for. "Feel free to give up anytime now and I will go easy on you." Her head cocked just enough to the side she could tell he was about to make yet another move. Her finger curled over the trigger and the shot was just as off as the first. This time she heard glass shattering. Not all was bullet proof folks!

[Enver Marshall II]

Had enough? She wished! Lady Girl was wanting him to quit because Enver finally had the upper hand! Where was all her **** talking now? He scoffed from the ground, rolled around like he was on fire, because, let's face it, he was, with all this *** kicking he was suddenly doing and let off a few more shots. he would need another gun soon, or bullets that **** out from a gun because Enver was sure he was running low on them with how many shots he fired off already.

He heard something hit metal, the cage behind her, he assumed, before he saw the last bullet in the three he fired off hit her smack dab in the leg. It wasn't great, but a shot was a shot, right? And then, he rolled away to find another gun, or sword, or...anything to keep on winning!

You fire wildly at Dominique, but your aim is poor.You do, however, hit them once in the leg, tripping them up.

[Dominique]

The burn set in before she realized she had been shot. The shadow stepped a bit out of her typical gait and rubber legged it back to a neutral spot. Well as neutral as the recently blind could ascertain. HOPE and LESS worked quickly to check the ammo left for use. The clink of a offering landed near her and she found it without even having to pat search the space beside her. She loaded in the boost of options at her disposal then rolled nearly out of view only to aim with her gut guiding her and pulled the trigger. Did she hear the confirmation of a hit? Of course she did. There was nothing like the sound of a bullet drowning beneath several layers of flesh.

"Still keeping up?" She had to ask. Make sure he was still in the game.

[Storyteller]

=========AUTOMATED POST=========

The battle is over. Enver Marshall II's team are the victors!

[Enver Marshall II]

Just as Enver made another complete log roll in the arena, he felt his luck change as something hot and sharp pierced through his shoulder and went right through it. What the **** kind of gun did she have? A better question he didn't have time to debate was, why were Canadian's carrying such high powered weapons? When did Canada become the Wild, Wild West?

Enver snarled as the small pistol he had was discarded for something a little better than the .44 he had found a few minutes ago that had run out of bullets. Enver grabbed the ten millimeter glock and continued to roll, stiffly around the arena, firing off a few more rounds in Lady Girl's direction, the whisp of shadows letting him know one of the bullets connected with the girl, but not in any fashion that would really do anything. With her hit, Enver made a move to stand and stop the circus of a log roll for now, hoping standing will help his aim. "You're looking a little rough there, sweetheart. Call it a night and run back to daddy." His eyes moved to Dan's? direction, hoping she would take the bait.

Enver: You fire wildly at Dominique, but your aim is poor.You do, however, hit them once in the leg, tripping them up.

[Dominique]

She maneuvered through the darkness imposed upon her with what focus she had left. The nightmare had been filed away as best as she could manage while channeling her attention on the one trying to take her down another level. A few steps out of cover and she was greeted with the flesh biting penetration of a bullet to the leg.

"I know that your aim isn't up to par but c,mon now. Make it worth the money that poor ******** spent on the bullet." The sounds of flying lemons warned her and she ducked just in time. She was injured but she could smell flying citrus yards away. "You are next, shmuck!" She didn't waste a second taking aim with the swift turn of her head in Enver's direction and fired. She knew it had to hurt wherever it landed. "Once I take care of this Old Man. Still with me? Or you bowing out?" Her eyes weren't exactly on Enver so she had to go with her sense of smell, hearing and the particles that were now littering the air between them. Beneath the gun smoke she could smell a little more of his insides opening up.

You creep up on your target and take aim. You fire, catching Enver Marshall II directly in the heart and knocking them to the floor!

[Enver Marshall II]

Enver wanted to make the most of the time he had with the gun and bullets he head. As he came to a stand, he took aim again, but was blind sided when the Lady Girl pulled off a few rounds before he did and hit him smack dab in his chest. He went flying backwards as Enver felt the tearing of flesh and the impact of the bullet rip right into the center of his chest and lodge itself in his heart.

He coughed, blood coming from his lips as he laid on his back, trying to collect himself. Lady Girl was a damn good shot, something she had to had learned from that guy that was her 'daddy.' Enver shuddered still thikning about just what that meant, as he made a move to sit up and saw that the woman was, well....distracted. By Lemons. Just when Harper Rock couldn't get any stranger...

Enver saw an opportunity that he couldn't waste while she was turned and distracted. He pushed up off the ground, did a hobbling run towards her and as he came around, let off a few of his own rounds. Yeah, it had to of hurt being at a closer range than she had been. "You're breaking your daddy's heart, kid. Give it up" He sneered at the Lady Girl as he moved away from the woman he put a bullet in the same spot as she had him.

You creep up on your target and take aim. You fire, catching Dominique directly in the heart and knocking them to the floor!

[Dominique]

Nothing like a bullet in the dead cold muscle of a heart to get a vampire all sorts of pissed off. Despite how she ended up there, blind, clothes torn to hell she still had some willingness to allow the guy to bow out and go crawl in his hole to lick his numerous well earned wounds. The piercing and blazing path of the bullet sinking somewhere in the heart she was nearly certain she cut out years back and buried in the grounds of Vita Bella confirmed perhaps it was only a vivid dream. She couldn't see the dark shadow's oozing from her into the air but she could feel the wet roll of each one as it bounced over her chin, her nose then swirled into some other place once evaporated. She was taking harder hits and that meant she needed to up her game and not hold back.

"If I did THAT is what would do it." She growled standing bold and taking aim as she raised her gun.Gunfire rang out and so did another wail of a spectator in pain.

You fire wildly at Enver Marshall II, but your aim is poor.You do, however, hit them once in the
leg, tripping them up