Of course, Liz Masters wouldn't normally be on the hit parade of racial purists, but she's not really questioning this right now. She has just watched one guard - John - turned into a statue, and another - Billy - thrown from the window to plummet to his doom. Her own response to this would seem predictable, save that few would expect a model to react quite so cogently, or quickly. She kicks the heels from her feet and dives into a roll that takes her behind one of the changing screens, even as poor Billy is thrown away like that. She is fighting down her gorge and terror, as she mutters a prepared incantation and dives into another roll, around the screen towards the other side, getting as far away as she can from whomever this is while she can ...<br/><br/>There is a flare of blue-white light from behind the screen, and a whoosh in the air. By the time the ferocious metal man comes through - that screen isn't likely to delay him more than a second or two, after all - the raven-haired Liz Masters is gone, dress and all. In her place now stands the azure-costumed, white-haired Sagitarius, bow in hand, a glow forming around the arrow's tip and each of her bracers as she draws back.<br/><br/><strong>"I'd say 'Freeze', but what would be the point?"</strong>Sagitarius comments, as she launches the electrically-charged arrow at the man at point blank range. She has to hope her guess is right, and that this will prove effective where standard firearms did not.<br/>