Well, it might have done more against the rest of his arm, but aside from being a troll - and a beefy one at that - it would seem that he'd also had some work done, given his profession. Didn't stop his shattered hand from dropping his heavy pistol however. Also didn't stop the troll bouncer from swinging around his other arm looking to knock Elektra's block off.<br/><br/>(OOC: 12 dice offense against 14 dice defense, 4 hits vs 8, Miss)<br/><br/>(OOC: Initiatives: Merika 24, Elektra 18, Bouncer 7)<br/><br/>Merika didn't need to be told twice, and with an uparmored troll as his primary focus, Merika was free to disengage with relative ease. No gunshots had gone off yet, so the rest of the club was still... clubbing it up. Made it difficult for Merika to move through the crowd, but not so difficult that she couldn't get to the stage, and from the stage it was easy to get too the golden-skinned futa who - by virtue of the warning message earlier - seemed to be more aware than the crowd that shit was popping off.<br/><br/>"You're coming with me!" she shouted once she got close enough to grab the woman's arm and twist it around behind her, Merika's other hand pulling out her hidden blade, pressing it against the woman's throat. "To the elevator now!"<br/><br/>While the crowd was certainly becoming startled, confused as to what was happening with their strip-show, the futa - wide-eyed and concerned - ultimately did as she was told and plied with 200nyn and began to hobble with Merika to the elevator.<br/><br/><I GOT HER WE ARE LEAVING NOW!> Merika shoots to her wife as she navigated the amazon - who unbeknownst to her at the moment was harder than Corporate ICE at being manhandled and having a knife to her neck - back to the elevator that they'd come in from outside the club.