"I'm<span style="font-style: italic">STILL HERE BY THE WAY."</span>Jane called out, shooting the bandit leader in the back. She spit out some blood, standing back up. Throwing her pistol down, she reached behind her back...pulling out two M16 machines guns. She stepped forward, suddenly spinning them backwards, grabbing them by the barrels. She then whipped around, smashing the guns into the faces of the bandits who had tried to sneak up on her. "Stop." She stated, turning around. She couldn't quite make sure what they said, but she was pretty sure their pain moans meant they were gonna listen.<br/><br/>"YO, ALEX." She cried out to the one eyed man, aiming one of her guns up towards the ceiling. "Dodge."  She then opened fire, bringing it down upon the leader of the bandits. Of course, if he had any explosions left in him, he would probably be fine. If he didn't...well, the bullets were filled with acid. It was meant to hit the ground, of course, but if it just landed on him, she wouldn't lost sleep over it.<br/><br/>"Time for step two!" She said, a smile forming on her face. Ah, nothing like just letting loose with, letting the bullets fly. She threw the M16 she was using to the side, taking out a Stevens 311 sawed-off shotgun. If he was too busy not getting hit the the falling ceiling, then he would have more trouble with not getting hit by<span style="font-style: italic">this.</span>She opened fire, somehow not breaking her arms, letting the bullets flow. Of course, these were special bullets, as when they even came near him, they kind of exploded. "Well, if nothing else, he's gonna be deaf." She noted, throwing the guns down when they were out of ammo, taking out two more pistols. She begun to shoot out the ground, the building beginning to shake. "Little trick my grandpa taught me!" She explained, the vibrations causing the floor to break apart, the acid from begin weakening it.<br/><br/>"You dead yet? I'm running out of bullets...hahah, nooo I'm not." She laughed, enjoying her self...a bit too much. "Man. Hope I didn't hit Alex." She said, a slight look of annoyed concern. Like one would have if they wonder if they had left the stove on.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>"...Gaaaah!" Alan said, slumping down. "...I'm siiick." He told the guard, letting out very convincing moans of sickness. Of course, he was faking it! But the guard didn't know that.