Dominick
Diabolist brought her bat into the air before bringing it down on the mans head, a loud thunk echoing through the room. Whether it was the fact the man was on half a dozen drugs or the blow simply wasn't hard enough he seemed unaffected. He simply spun on the spot his fist swinging towards her.

His fist was inches away from contacting her the side of her head when the wooden bat wielded by her zombie smashed him right on the nose, a spray of blood flying through the air as the man stubled back before falling to the ground. Despite her order to hit the other man until he stopped moving the zombie didn't seem to obey. Instead stepping in front of Diabolist as the man who it had been ordered to beat rushed towards them, a collection of needles in hand being swung in a stabbing motion.
Kyle
*Oh fuck*.

It was the only thing going through her head in the instant between her bat seemingly having *No* Effect whatsoever and the man's fist soaring towards her face like some kind of gross meat rocket. She had fucked up. This was seriously going to hurt—

Then, her zombie saved her. Why...? 

*Oh. I told it to Protect me.*

Well. Thank goodness for that.

She darted back, trying to use her zombie for cover as the man ran forward with a bunch of needles. They wouldn't do any good against her creation, so she just watched until the man sunk the needles into her zombie, planning to dart back out and slam the bat into his head once he'd effectively disarmed himself.
Dominick
Diabolist's undead servant didn't even flinch as the collection of needles embedded themselves into its shoulder. The clear surprise on his face only grew wider when he found his arms had been grabbed by the zombie.

*"Wait what the fu-"*

He never got to finish what he was saying as the bat wielded by Diabolist smashed into the back of his head, causing him to slump forwards as blood ran down the back of his head. He still seemed to have enough strength in him as he pulled free one of his arms and attempted to grab the girl behind him. The zombies order drove it to take action to prevent it's master from being harmed clamped its jaws around the mans neck and pulled to keep him from reaching Diabolist.

The funny thing about the human jaw is it is far stronger than people realise, it is often our own mental restraint that prevents humans using their full strength bites. Even with the zombies atrophied musculature the lack of restraint meant as it pulled flesh ripped away from the mans neck. A spray of blood filled the room before the man went completely limp.

The two girls were huddled in the corner, seemingly more frightened of the new arrival than the men they had been here with.
Kyle
*Got him!*

It was the first thought that went through her mind. After all, she'd felt that was quite the *Solid* Thump over the head she'd just given him, and surely that would be... Enough...?

Or not.

She was preparing to try and dodge, when she realized the terrible new reality she lived in.

"No, *Wait!*"

She shouted, of course, but the order had come after it had already happened. She'd... Killed someone. There was simply no way he was still alive after that. Even worse, there were authorities on the way already, which meant she was going to be in trouble unless she hurried. This was awful. She *Felt* Awful. 

Actually, she just felt sick. 

Diabolist swallowed the bile rising up in her throat and forced herself to move. A dark part of her— the part that took over when she was doing her Tinkering— spoke on her behalf.

"You fucking— monster... *Carry him.* You two, where's the money?!"

She snapped into motion after that, scanning the room for anything valuable she could take, or any sign of other rooms that might have valuables in them, ready to listen to the two girls for any hints or indication of where the valuables might be.