<div style="text-align: center;">Ebio, frustrated, and a little more than unnerved, returned to the building, slinking through the shadows.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Something was NOT right.</span><br/>She didn't need any fancy future sight or Power to realize that. As she returned to the building she smelled blood and spotted two holes in the roof. <br/>Her scimitars were out of their sheaths in moments, the silver-steel glinting in the low light. She crept to the doorway and peered inside, gritting her teeth at the volume of people inside the room. <br/><span style="font-style: italic">Too crowded. <span style="font-weight: bold">Much</span> too crowded</span>.<br/>She had to give the Liquid Order credit, though, they were nowhere near as loud as she'd expected. <br/>She thought darkly of the Demon who crafted those infernal exploding dolls.<br/>She stood up, wondering what to do. <br/>The room looked secured, and they were  already in the process of entering the deeper rooms of the structure. <br/>Ebio took a second to assess this, and bared her teeth.<br/>One could label it a smile, but the person must not be able to see her black eyes, and how they gleamed, or how her stance drew up into something predatory.<br/>She flipped the blades, reversing her grip on them, so that the blades faced behind her, pressed to her forearms. <br/>She drew in a slow breath, made sure she was concealed from the doorway, and watched the Liquid enemies, trying to find an opening, for attack or infiltration to warn the others, she didn't care.</div>