!qw2cdBTZAc 08/27/11(Sat)03:12 No.16080171|
"Renee..." You say to him, somewhat surprised.
"Don't worry. Her heart's still beating." Renee says, looking over at Madame Guerre as she begins to get up. Despite appearing to be a costume, you can see the bullet embedded in the front of her low-cut outfit.
"Tu espèce de sale con..." She coughs, clutching at her chest. "I should have expected you brutes to strike first."
"Actually, I tipped him off." Godfried says, pointing both his guns at her. "You'd be surprised what working together for a few years can do for your communication skills."
She rises again, the chain links moving with her as Godfried's gun rings out, once, then twice. Neither bullet seems to find its mark, and then the links around you rise and wrap around your body with surprising strength and speed, pulling your arms and legs far apart into a full spread. The same occurs with each of your allies as the chain link unwraps itself like a huge metal spiral, twisting around your forms like innumerable tiny snakes.
"She's an enchantress, can give life and purpose to the lifeless." Godfried says.
"Indeed, I am." She sits upon her chain links as they mold to support her body in a kind of throne. All of the other people in the room, save the men by Michael and the Don, pull out guns in unison and point them at you. "And once my servants have dealt with you, perhaps I shall make a sculpt of you entitled, 'L'homme qui en savait trop'."
You struggle, but find that with each move you make, the strands reorient themselves to prevent your escape. You hear Fredrick growl as his muscles strain, and he rips free, powering forwards to strike the woman in one smooth motion with a huge, furred fist, and her body flies backwards through the brick wall behind her as the brick shatters like clay.
"How about, the woman who talked too much?" He snarls, as the chain comes loose.