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[Empty Station]

The last word is cut from Maiel's mouth. Blanche scores several hits in his center of mass, driving the dark man back a step. He chokes out a laugh as blood dribbles down his shirt. "Children have no sense of drama any more."

Blanche probably has a few options for cover. Benches, crates, a metal booth to cover people waiting in the rain. There's also the train station itself, a small colonial-seeming building mostly made of wood and glass.

Momentarily slowed by the fusillade, Maiel begins to walk quickly toward Blanche. Not quite running. He doesn't seem like he's withholding his attack out of contempt, however. It's more like he's conserving his energy...

His eyes have disappeared again, sucked down into those abyssal pits where twinkling pinpoints of diamond light wink and gleam. The dark man leans back... and chucks his suitcase at the nimble cat. It transforms midair, shedding whatever glamour keeps it small. Flying at Blanche now is a long stone chest or trunk with a sealed lid, bound with loops of steel chain.
Empty Station

To her credit, Blanche doesn't seem to bat an eyelash as Maiel takes the rounds with little more than a flinch. She opts to dive behind the outside of the metal booth, leaning back out to fire another cluster of shells before her eyes widen and she drops to the cement, the massive slab careening into and possibly even through her previous shelter. A display of strength like that doesn't make her too keen on letting him close the distance though, so she's quick to scrabble up to her feet and maintain it.