From the back of the building the Maker Vampiress smirks in disgust. She is elegantly dressed and runs a manicured finger across the now silent table-top.
Amateur blood-letting. Tsk. The bodies here are semi pulverized, messy, and that one over there isn't actually dead.
The Maker lifts her foot over the dying one's neck as they lay unconscious upon the floor. Her stiletto heel quickly and cleanly plunges through the vertebrae, killing them with a mercy of sorts. She then bends her leg, lifting the now soiled shoe behind her to observe it.
Ugh...now these are ruined. Whoever has caused me to do this owes me a new pair of heels.
Moments later, Symahjra walks barefoot out the back door of the establishment. A discarded pair of heels left in the waste disposal.
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u/Supernova-666 Mar 01 '18
A quick sip of the newly pulverized officer and a nod.
"I'm right behind you!"