Korin darted from his current position behind a black truck, to another hidden position behind a blue coloured sports car. He was curious about what was about to, or had, happen at the intersection. With traffic pilled this much, something serious was in progress, though he kept the fact that it was probably just some idiot hunter that had gotten caught in the act, or fed during the wrong time. But, now they would be killed for such a brazen action. Even if it was getting late and was raining heavily, getting spotted was always a problem, even when there appeared to be no one around; there was always a threat from windows or passers-by. In his new position, he could just about make out a shape running with what looked like…a car door? Surely the nocturne must know that a normal car door isn’t bulletproof, even against smaller rounds, a door was pretty much nothing more than dead weight.<br/><br/>A dozen or so metres ahead of the running person appeared to be a ground of people, though whether they were armed or not was unknown, the average Overwatch officer only carried a handgun or compact rifle. Nothing too major that could kill something outright…unless it was human of course. The real danger, at least to him, came about when the truly heavy Overwatch forces were around, and then you really had to keep a low profile.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Rosalie smiled when Taru finally realised that Ghouls and vampires had very different methods of hunting, and even feeding. Vampires just took a bite at a Human’s neck and it was more or less over. Ghouls needed to actually eat the Human’s flesh to get their sustenance. Though some vampires also ate the Human’s flesh, not that it was truly needed to survive. Had the plan’s for hunting been up to her, Rosalie would have probably recommended a small public square fairly close to the centre of town, where she used to hunt, or perhaps an old series of alleyways where there always seemed to be lone people or small groups, but the latter incurred a much heavier risk of meeting other nocturne, given how she was to protect Kiyoko, that made it slightly undesirable for use. Though, the thought of other nocturne did remind her that she needed to go to the black market soon to pick up a few choice weapons that would make fighting people somewhat less dangerous, after all, why bother running into bullets when you can fire them back.<br/><br/>In many ways Rosalie was quite overjoyed to protect Kiyoko, to finally be trusted by someone else, but it also filled her with dread, the fear of failure, the fear that Kiyoko may come under harm and perhaps even death in an extreme case. The backlash from the other vampires at the theatre would be tremendous, not to mention her own grief over the death of someone she had come to consider a friend and ally. As for Taru, well, in nearly every single way he the polar opposite to her. She was quiet and reserved, where he seemed to be loud and expressive. But there was still something that drew her to him, perhaps it was those few ways where he was just like her that drew her in, or perhaps it was just the many differences and unlikeliness of it all that made it quite him so desirable to her, so interesting to be around.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Colla watched and listened to Shinobu’s sudden realisation that her weapon was some antique revolver from years ago, it didn’t have the range necessary to actually fight quite a lot of stuff, namely, swift nocturne. Colla briefly considered handing Shinobu her own large calibre pistol, but soon dismissed the thought. It was a custom-made weapon that had immense amounts of recoil when fired by a weaker person. Not that Colla doubted the girl’s shooting ability, but a sniper and a large pistol were two different things all together.<br/><br/>Taking weaponry off of her mind, Colla looked over the car she had taken cover behind, in the direction of where the Artisan was last seen. She had read stories of how desperate nocturne would try to use car doors as bulletproof shields…with, less that hopeful results for the nocturne. The average door was totally useless against bullets of pretty much every size, provided they were a tiny personal defence calibre. Turning her attention back to Yumi, Colla awaited an order from the woman. But she was probably waiting for the Artisan to get within effective range, fighting when it was getting late and raining heavily was never a great idea, especially against these creatures.