Colla observed something which looked like a fleshy appendage, loose from the Ghoul’s body. It took absorbed the bullets fired from her own handgun, and simply spit them away, causing minimal damage to the Ghoul. Though if there was something Colla had learned from Nocturne, a few bullets were never, ever enough. But mobility also paid off, and getting leapt upon by any nocturne was never a brilliant idea. Strafing to the side, she continued to periodically fire off shots at the Ghoul, though she also noted that Yumi had added her firepower to the barrage of bullets. The Ghoul seemed to want to wish to pounce, and it attempted such a thing, but it was hit by the veritable hail of gunfire. Even Shinobu has now turned her sights upon the creature.<br/><br/>Despite the heavy fire that the Overwatch had placed upon the Ghoul, Colla still backed off when she saw the creature’s mouth move slightly, as if it were consuming something whole. Nocturnes were sly creatures, and hiding flesh upon them to consume, especially among Ghouls, was commonplace. Their abilities heightened after eating the flesh of a human being, their strength multiplied, and their ability to heal wounds increased tenfold. She backed away a few steps from the Ghoul, watching in disgust as bullet-riddled flesh knitted itself back together, and fractured bones fused back together. These creatures were absolute abominations in Colla’s mind, abominations that needed to be removed from the world. Colla watched even the enraged creature impaled its arms into the side of a car, and lifted it into a position to crush Yumi, but the car was halted, and the sound of grinding metal followed it…<br/><br/>Colla half expected the worst, perhaps another Nocturne had got itself involved? A rival to this Artisan creature? Throwing a glance behind her, Colla stopped in momentary disbelief; she had done some research into engineering in her past, and what she saw looked practically like Science-Fiction power armour!<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Rosalie had a rather slight smile upon her face when she listened to Taru explaining why he needed an invitation to enter somewhere.<span style="color: #00FF00">“A…Shee-kee?”</span>She asked curiously, completely butchering the pronunciation. Rosalie was quite interested in these ‘Shiki’ vampires having never heard about them before; they sounded rather interesting when compared to other kinds of vampire. However, she soon lost interest in them when Taru moved himself closer to her.<br/><br/>The heavy smoky aroma of cigarettes hung about him, like a heavy musk. Her smile turned into a full-blown grin when he stood behind her, and placed his other hand upon her waist. She didn’t care whether he was some ruffian or not, it was that exact behaviour that she just loved, someone that wasn’t a stuck up nobleman with more money than brain cells.<br/><span style="color: #00FF00">“Perhaps ve should go. But, vhat time iz it?”</span>She asked, in a voice that was more like a cat’s purr than anything else.