"Aye, and I don't think getting the way of that mechanical fighter is a great idea." Colla answered Yumi whilst trying to brush aside her damp and limp hair. In her mind the situation had been handled rather well, or as well as it could have been when faced with creatures that could kill humans with hardly any effort.<br/><br/>Switching on her gun's safty and placing it back in it's holster, Colla listened to what Yumi and Shinobu had to say to each other while contemplating what their next assignment may be. She certainly wasn't looking forwards to fighting werewolves, that much was completely certain.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The walk to the library had been short, but it had given Korin enough time to think about just what happened between the human overwatch and reckless masked ghoul a few minutes ago. If they, the overwatch, were bringing out force like that regularly, then alot more of the reckless hunters were going to find themselves with more bullet holes in their hides than usual. The path to the library was drenched with rain from the earlier weather, making some steps slippery at times at almost causing Korin to lose his footing a few times, but he regained balance.<br/><br/>Not outside the building, but just at it's doorway, Korin noticed what looked to be a woman keeping watch. No doubt having heard all the commotion from the earlier fighting, it was hard not to hear it after all. It was unwise to just walk past however, it was perhaps even more unwise to enter the library. Especially since he was walking away from the scene between the overwatch and the ghul, but he would try his luck and hope that the woman was just some human visiting.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Just let me clean zhis blood off, zhen ve can go." Rosalie answered Taru, her voice at a low purr. In her mind she still could not fully comprehend what was happening today, from the day's dull beginnings and attack from Toren's goons to finding someone that made her breathless. Someone so, different, to what she was used to - the whole popmous arsehole personality that seemingly always hung about some nobles - when compared to others that had tried to achieve what Taru had done in mere minutes. "Vell...perhaps I have more...exquisite, tastes." A small teasing smile creasing Rosalie's lip as she gently trailed a finger over Taru's cheek before stopping just before reaching his cheekbone.<br/><br/>She accepted the tissues that he had provided eagerly, walking out into the streets covered in drying blood and human gore was probably a sure fire way to get shot, alot. "It vill not take long." Rosalie muttered to Taru, beginning to clean her clothing of the blood and assorted small body pieces that adorned it. The cleaning did not take too long however, and she was done within a few minutes.<br/><br/>"Let us go."<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Gathered as much that it wouldn't have been you, the culprit is...more than obvious. Either way, good show. Those bastards had it in for a long time now." Marcus replied to the lazily dressed male, it was quite clear that his companion was the attacker or the attacked. Marcus didn't exactly care either way. He hated most of the ancients in this place, and most of the younger ones to. "It's fine anyway, sure some of the bottom-feeders in this place will eventually clean this up."