Mirta had been heading the short distance from the Lux to the apartment she shared with Sam, same journey she did every night. But unlike Anya she was more than a little armed. Not overkill to her, just how it was. She didn't feel safe without at least a few weapons on hand, a gun, two knives, one safely concealed in her boot, and a stake. As well as the Holy Water she had taken to carrying. Covered the human and non human elements of scum.
It didn't take her long to spot the fight, the womans exclaimation loud and unusual enough for Mirta's head to turn toward the noise, one had punched the woman and the other was mostly making with the taunting.
She knew taking on two of them, right now, in her, and she hated using the phrase, but in her condition, was a stupid plan, knew logically she wasn't getting paid and if the woman had been dumb enough to be out on her own at night with shopping then she deserved to get bit. But something, she suspected Jaina Solo's annoyingly hero complexy influence was enough to make very sure she wasn't walking away from the fight.
She started with her gun. Nothing fancy, just a gun, but the precicely aimed shot to the shoulder of one from a few feet away got their attention. Guns didn't kill vampires.
Still would sting like a bitch though.
"If you go now, you don't end up dust" she called, shooting again, this time taking out the guys leg.
"That won't dust us" said the second vampire wisely moving back a little out of her range.
"No" she said cocking the gun again ready to fire "No it won't"