( Second Floor )
There were a lot of things going on at once. Gunshots----Tommy had to be there, and if she had the chance to look out of the corner of her eye she would have seen the flash of color. On the other hand, she was in the process of being knocked off balance by a psychotic Marauder who wouldn't speak and couldn't stop smirking like a lunatic.
"Son of a bitch!" Arla went tumbling to the floor, stabbing her stolen harpoon upwards in an attempt to stab him. "I killed you once, isn't that enough?!"