She blinked, then licked her broken lip with an annoyed sneer creasing her beautiful face.<br/><em>"That hurt darlin', so the silk gloves are off."</em><br/>Her eyes flash, and their surroundings seem to blur; as if there is only Sin and Barbara right now.<br/><em>"Fall to your own fears and doubts, darlin'."</em><br/>ANother flash and her eyes turn to mirrors of Barb's soul.<br/><br/>Hammerdown pulls back slowly, casting a short glance at Chance.<br/><strong>"Truck is heading away boss. Don't take too long."</strong><br/><br/>The newcomer walks towards the Xanthium people, the guards raising their weapons and opening fire futilely at him. WIth a snarl he grabs a car and tosses it onto the group, a few of them managing to scatter.<br/><strong>"Pathetic mortals. The mighty Pantheon cannot be bested by your toys."</strong><br/>Grabbing the back of the Xanthium car, he rips off the steel doors easily.<br/><br/>Val finds a semi-safe spot to place the still out of it Dream.