Re: [Kitchen to Hallway to --> Bruce's Room]
Cat entered the house less stealthily than she would've liked, blame concussions and arrows for that, but she entered in the wake of the assailants retreating - no, not retreating - converging. She checked once, just to see if Sasha was on her feet, despite it being a distraction. But, once that was done, she focused entirely on the mass of dark-clad bodies moving in front of her with determination.
So, this was the goal, and that wasn't so very surprising, was it? Cat knew this manor backwards and forwards, and she'd spent plenty of time prowling its halls when Bruce was "dead;" she knew where that closet led.
She took note of the two women. Helena and Bruce's new companion, but there wasn't time for introductions. She wasted precious seconds on ensuring her daughter was relatively safe, and then she unfurled her whip and set it cracking until it encircled the waist of one assailant, then the next. She pulled them back and sent them flying into the bedroom wall, and at least she could stop a few of them from going down into the cave. She figured the others were already down there, and the more people that could be prevented from entering, well, the better.
And while she was a little too injured for great feats of acrobatics, she could surely do this. And once all the assailants were down the shaft? She would follow and do more of the same. Her guns, those she kept holstered. There were too many people in the space, and there was no way to control the ricochet.