Two rounds in the chest (trying to burn his heart and lungs out, though the bastard didn't need them) and it didn't put him down, but the woman seemed to be asleep still, and the other one hadn't seen the flames... perfect timing, just like she knew it would be!  The ratty one was not happy, obviously, but he wasn't attacking as it were, least not yet, and his weapon was bone-craft?  The other one, the Mark, glared her way, drew a revolver, and she couldn't help as an unnatural fear washed over her...<br/><br/>...but she simply laughed, scared as she was, as much as she knew better.  She just laughed, like the fox she so exemplified, and not even her weapons shook, despite the fear coursing through her.<br/><br/>"Human?  Humans are<em>mortal</em>, fool!" she replied, not a waver in her voice as she tossed a pistol up into the air "And I only came here for you, not Micha!"<br/><br/>As the gun spun about in the air, she focused her mind in an instant it would seem, her focus unaffected by her fear as she concentrated on crafting a ball of blue quintessence in her palm, which gave off no light but glowed all the same.  She fired it off a moment later, right at the revolver-wielding Mark of hers, but with his wounds and her magic (a nice display for the other man, to dissuade him perhaps), there shouldn't be a mark much longer.  She caught the gun the next moment, ready to fire off more rounds, if need be...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Wits+Meditation(4dice): 1Hit (yes!)<br/><br/>Prime2 Bolt Difficulty: 4 + 2 - 1 + 1 - 1 = 5 (1 Quintessence as necessary for it)<br/>Arete: 7,7,8,10 = 4 Hits, 8 Damage Dice!<br/>Damage: 1,2,6,6,9,9,9,9 = 6 Aggravated Damage! ^_^<br/><br/>Paradox Roll: 2,3,10... fuck &gt;.&lt;</div></div>