Lucien dropped his rifle and caught his bundle of gear as it was tossed to him, saying, "How did you...?" You know what?  It didn't matter how she knew his gear was at the clothing store.  She was clearly more on the ball than Rauly, anyway.  He simply drew his short swords, sharing Rauly's reluctance to shoot here for fear of hitting an ally or setting off the pillar explosives, and charged at Reno.<br/><br/>Rude, having taken a mental note of the weapons arrays and fighting styles of the present enemy combatants, immediately rushed Rauly, leather glove-clad fists raised in a boxer's stance.  His punches were a flurry aimed at the equally muscle-bound redhead's face, ducking away and switching his stance between each combo to keep Rauly from countering or predicting his attacks.  The larger man's worries about the Turks were well founded, it seemed.<br/><br/>Lucien's swords came up and parried away Reno's baton, his muscles tensing against the jolt of electricity that shuddered up his arms on contact with it.  "Can you disable the pillar controls?" he asked the new arrival, really wishing he'd had time to change so he wouldn't have to fight in a FUCKING DRESS, GOD DAMN IT, RAULY!!