<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Jania was alone in Shenzai Square, facing down the Palace's outer wall. For a moment, a breeze blew across the shredded bodies she had strewn about. The wolf in her anus squirmed. The raccoon in her belly fell still. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>She looks around in her red haze, breathing hard. She scans for a target, her eyes glazed and ferral.  She staggers left as if she's seen something, then changes her mind and goes a few steps to the right. Jania looks arould wildly, then snarls out "WILL  SOME BASTARD GE' ME SOME CHOCOLATE!?!" as loud as she can.<br/><br/>A few muscular contractions causes a spasm around the wolf, expelling most (but not all) of his air supply so he'll fall unconscious. She snarls out for  chocolate again, adding "I guess I'll have to find it mesel' then..." before walking towards the nearest wall, and shoulder-barging through it in search of the kitchens or staff cafeteria- hell, even a vending machine would suit her!<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>As soon as Halvorson's firing stopped, the guards surged forward, past the pillar Sara was behind, intent on pursuit. Five of them were in the chapel when one finally glanced down and noticed her. His eyes alighted on the grenades. They widened. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Hello, boys" Sara growls, throwing one grenade past the guards to discourage them from following the others. Then she pulls the pins of her remaining grenades. "See you in hell, yae bastards- if you get there first, buy me a whiskey!"<br/><br/>This, and her laughter, will be the last Halvorson and  the  others ever hear from her, though the explosion does shake dust down from the cieling, and cause a minor cave-in over and around her position.