Lapine rounded on the opened door in an instant - was not what she was expecting to happen, but she had her gun leveled before it finished opening. It remained that way, center of mass on the target... that was surprisingly familiar. Also raised a question of... well... what the hell?<br/><br/>Lapine didn't figure she'd be able to communicate with him the way she usually did, so she simply shook her head, then nodded it sideways towards the door. He was the one with the key, he could get the door for her. He was (at the moment) not hostile, so she would have him do the door-opening so she didn't have to worry about that fraction of a second of readying her weapon. That could make a big difference here.<br/><br/>And then the door opened, and part of Lapine really wished it hadn't. Bodies, bodies everywhere, and not a drop to spill, 'cause it was everywhere already. The thing was... they were all sustaining the fuck-off-big spell that she saw before... oh yeah, yeah this was blood magic alright. A truely twisted abomination of one too, nothing like the 'clean' Aztechnology ritual sacrifice that you saw on the media, this was... this was somehow even more sick. Lapine would likely see this in nightmares later...<br/><br/><Crisse de câlice de tabarnak d'osti de sacrament de trou viarge...> she swore in her native tongue, perhaps the most obscene curse in her home culture applicable for the most extreme of angers... a fitting them for when she quietly made her way to the dip down a ways in and saw what was being put together. <Yeah, frag this drek; WHERE ARE THOSE FUCKING GRENADES?!><br/><br/>Thankfully, Lapine had some of her own: figuring she had a technological advantage, Lapine pulled one of the smokes, and the flash-bangs, and tossed them into the crowd of clones blelow...<br/><br/>(OOC: Free Ready Spell Defense, Draw both Grenades, Throw Both simultaneously (16 dice split 2 ways, so 8 eacy): First 4 Hits for Flash, then 2 Hits for Smoke)