Izzy had barely gotten the rifle level when something began to form. “Son of a-” She pushed off backwards as hard as she could. Water flooded the room from the window and pushed her into the back wall. Luckily the suit was for the most part sealed. At least the more sensitive electronics were sealed away. So the little princess had grown some teeth since the last time she had seen her. How old had she been? She couldn't even remember.<br/><br/>Izzy hated magic. Worse than that, she was punching outside her weight class now.<br/><br/>Who knew how much power she really had now. Izzy pulled herself from the wall busting the drywall around her. She pulled two grenades from the belt and pulled the pin. They wouldn't make it all the way to the ground before exploding. Still the grenades had a far superior use. They would create a thick nasty smoke screen over the whole street.<br/><br/>Izzy wasn't one hundred percent sure if the fall had killed Conner or not. If he was alive and he got away.....Well that wouldn't be a good thing. The Del'mor would know who she was. She had gone to great lengths to cover her tracks. Not that anyone in the Del'mor coven would believe the cripple was capable of such things. She didn't even use her prosthetic in public, instead opting for the pair of crutches or wheelchair. Who would believe the gaunt dainty woman could do such harm? The the princess was clever, would she remember Izzy from all those years ago? She doubted it.<br/><br/>First she would have to deal with the remaining guards in the hallway. She could go through the window but.....too much exposure. Dealing with a few two-bit sup thugs wouldn't be that much of a challenge. Maybe the princess would be foolish enough to enter the building herself. Her affinity for water was dangerous but in a confined space it just might be Izzy's saving grace.<br/><br/>Still to go toe to toe with the princess of the Del'mor coven. She was arguably the strongest, most powerful supernatural in the world. Did Izzy really think she could beat the girl? She wasn't sure, but she was ready to give it a shot.<br/><br/>She didn't spend long thinking about. A few seconds after she had headed for the door she heard the pop of the smoke grenades. She shouldered the front door and open fired as it broke free. One fell to the ground. Three turned and started to open fire. Izzy ducked, weaving through the hall as she went. She rattled off the rest of the clip and hurled the rifle at the closest thug. It connected with his chest and he reeled back. It bought Izzy enough time to get close. The servos in her suit whined as she slammed him in the chest. Sending him flying into the man standing right behind him. Her fist came down hard on the thug's throat and she stepped over him. A booted kick to the other thugs face stopped him from rising. She turned down the hallway and headed for the stairwell.<br/><br/>She needed to get to the ground floor and she needed to get their fast. The elevator wasn't really an option. Not while she had cool tech and gadgets to assist her.<br/><br/>Peering over the side she could see all the way down. A soft clink as she attached the end of the rappel line. She hopped over the edge and descended the building at a blurring speed. The rappel groaned as it slowed her towards the bottom. Gunfire was being hailed down above her. She cut the line a few floors up and dropped into a roll. She was on her feet a running, the front lobby was thankfully clear of any enemies or civilians. She had no problem killing supernatural, but innocent people? It wasn't an option, she wouldn't be that kind of monster.<br/><br/>She kicked the front door of the building completely off it's hinges. Her hands instinctively going to the handgun tucked in it's holster. The revolver was loaded with a combination of iron and silver rounds. The smoke was thick upon the streetscape. Izzy had mapped out the street in her mind and was behind the cover of a large blue mailbox. She just needed a second to get her bearings. To figure out what was going on around her and act accordingly. “Oh princess.” She called out. The vocoder deepening and twisting her voice. She sounded something like a demon. “Come out to play.” The wicked anger from before had melted into a cocky high. She was so close to attaining her goal. If she took down the princess now, she would be one step closer to ripping the Del'mor coven to the ground.