Scarlet, still in her viper's form, hissed angrily as a few gold coins hit her on the head. She half shifted back into her human form, keeping the scales for protection.<br/><br/>"Can anybody in this damn city tell me what the-" She ducked under a bag of coins, which ended up hitting the overly wordy man who had been standing a bit behind her. She glanced at him and winced; that can't have felt too good.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Whoever said it would be nice to have it rain money needs to be shot. Or stabbed. Or both. Repeatedly.</span><br/><br/>She gazed up at the building-turned-machine-turned-angry-homicidal-robot-thing and frowned. Scarlet darted out of the way of another volley of money bags (and did that seriously just happen?!) and drew her dagger. She stared at it for a moment, before flicking her eyes back to the "opponent" and back to the dagger, "Yeah, no," she muttered, re-sheathing her weapon. Building vs. dagger sounded like a bad idea... Did it just get darker? Scarlet looked up just in time to see a larger coinpurse drop from the mech's other arm.<br/><br/>"Oh shi-"<br/><br/>The bag crashed into the ground with enough force to shatter a few more windows (the ones the free-flying coins had missed, anyway), apparently crushing Scarlet into the street beneath it.<br/><br/>Oh, don't make that face-- she was fine. A bit irritated, but unharmed. She emerged out of the shadow that was created by the bag and fixed the bank with an impassive glare, "I will ruin you."