Darion grabbed the last of the little beasts before gripping as hard as he could, crushing the little demon in his grip.  It was crushed as Fanya approached and started helping darion up off the ground, and he let her, helping a little bit by working his sore muscles.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Ugh... twice... I would bet money that she will try a third time... “</span>he began as they moved towards the door, using the painted lady as a support, even though he dwarfed her when compared to each other so close.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“time to go ladies.”</span>he said to both Fanya and Becca.<br/><br/>As they were moving though, darion spotted his hat laying near his rifle, apparently it had gotten snagged before it could really go anywhere.  It looked like he was going to be lucky and be able to retrieve them both without much trouble.  Lucky him, as long as no one threw another bomb...  and as soon as that thought entered mind the yelling from the mad bomber bitch echoed through the room.  It stopped him for an instant as the disbelief hit him.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Shit we got to boss lady!!”</span>she cursed, urging her to move a little faster by picking up his pace.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“you think she wants to blow us to little pieces.”</span><br/><br/>Though the big thing he had to remember is he couldn't forget either his hat or carbine.  Judging by the look on the mad bomber's face, he guessed they only had time to grab one.  As the pair made it through the door, he was wearing his desperado hat squarely on his head.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Couldn't forget the hat...”</span>he muttered before looking up at emma and glaring for a moment.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“I swear you want to blow me to bits, trying to hit me with a third bomb.”</span>he said venomously before freezing, and pulling fanya to a stop, he had heard someone else say something.<br/><br/>Darion turned to where he had heard the voice as he took one of Fanya's pistols to level at the black hair he saw just over the edge of the table, and the flash of light reflecting off the person’s glasses, there was a benefit to being the tallest person there.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“I would suggest you come out darlin'.  These pistols pack quite a punch, would go right through that table.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>