As Kyoko's fear aura rumbled through the cavern, the guns that should have been firing hesitated, their wielders gripped by fear.
Shuddering, Recette herself had been given pause. Swallowing her fears, she mentally repeated to herself, Kyoko won't hurt me, Kyoko won't hurt me, Kyoko won't hurt me...
Noticing that Mr. Lying had started sweating, Recette, needing to move, nudged him along, and the pair finally began to charge. Having little trouble now that their eyes were adjusted, they streaked through the dim, silent caverns. Reaching the corner, Recette lit up as she saw a familiar briefcase among the smattering of objects. Snapping it up, she let out a slight giggle of satisfaction. And she wasn't the only one either: Mr. Lying was also taking the opportunity to grab a few things, shoving them under his cloak.
But there was a miscalculation.
Gripped by fear, not even the bandit nearest to their loot pile, the leader of the band, despite their broken ranks and shattered wills. To be routed so by such a small girl.
But seeing them rifle through their bounty like a child through a pile of their favorite toys. Rational fear bowed to illogical anger, and a rifle was raised. Teeth gritting, he snarled as he unleashed a hail of bullets.
Not having time to react to the noise, Recette only just looked up before being showered with a rain of red. As warm fluid stained her clothes, she felt weight as Mr. Lying fell, pushing into her. And with those shots, hell broke loose, the remaining bandits choosing their target, and firing.
Recette didn't even really register it as she held Mr. Lying's body in front of her, one hand holding her briefcase along with the body, the other raising her pistol, focusing on the flashes of light. Two shots fired out, one taking a hand, the other severing a finger, two rifles clattering to the ground. Her face was twisted into a mixture of fear, anxiety, and focus, one lens on her glasses partially stained red.