Seven had been watching for a while, but only now did he decide to step in. 'Ladies, Ladies...' He put his hand on Chell's rifle and slowly pulled it out of Zoe's mouth, 'surely we can reach an agreement here. Neither of you want to die at this moment, and you have no reason to be fighting.' He shot a glare at Zoe for only an instant and then looked at Chell. 'Let's put aside our differences, shall we?' For as nonchalant as Seven seemed, he was fully on guard, as two angry women were standing very close to him. He was ready for anything.

Zoe laughed out loud flipping the knife in her hands.
"I'm already DYING OF BOREDOM, her peashooter wouldn't change that all! Besides..."
She licked the tip of her kitchen knife lovingly, "I love the taste of iron."

Turning her back to the two she pointed her knife at Tavrin.
"The Good Doktor lied to me and drugged me, but you won't let me have him...the mute worm with the hideously robes, you let slip from me as well."

Zoe turned back around and smiled her eyes dead yet hungry.
"You've gotten me this excited, yet you won't take responsibility. How cruel of you all."

Chell stared at Zoe, her own eyes lifeless, but anger building up.

"Oh you like the taste of iron? Let me GIVE YOU A SAMPLE!"

Chell snapped forward, violently pushing the gun down Zoe's throat again, forcing both herself and the psychotic kid to fall on the ground. Chell clumsily got on one knee, the barrel of her Enfield gritting against the girl's teeth.

"Sleep tight." she blankly said, pulling the trigger. But nothing happened: no bullet, no splatter, no dead kid. Only the click. Chell's anger faded in a moment, replaced by confusion. With a swift move she kicked the breech open, expelling an empty cartridge.

"Ah no, you are dying right now." Chell quickly reached into her pocket, pulling out a bullet in her hand and making another handful fall on the floor. Her hand was uneasy, as it only managed to fit the round inside the breech around the third try. After finally kicking in the breech with a fresh round loaded, she smiled. She took a moment to savour the look on Zoe's face, which frankly hadn't changed at all.

"Any last words, you goddamn cunt?"

Seven, without hesitation, grabbed the back of Chell's collar, and using all his strength, threw her against the wall opposite. He then grabbed Zoe and sat her upright against the wall, avoiding eye contact, and being as rough as possible. There was a menacing tone to his voice. 'Like I said, let's put aside our differences. None of us will survive if we fight amongst each other, got it? Not because we'll be killed or something, no, but because I will personally murder whoever attempts to hurt somebody from our team. If you can't stop acting like a child and actually start working together, then leave, or you're better off dead.' Seven breathed out, realising he hadn't been breathing earlier. He walked over to Chell. 'Sorry about that.' He extended his hand to Chell, not really expecting her to take it. 'We're a team, here.'

Gaius got up, groggy as his favorite alcoholic drink. He shook the feeling from his head and looked around. Seven and two women are obviously extremely angry at each other, and Gaius knew it would end soon and badly.

Frustrated with the group, he stated, "If we are going to murder each other, we should do it quickly. We need to move on. If you decide not to murder each other, there will most likely be some bloodshed in the near future for you. Can we go?"

Having heard of bits of the conversation, Vitaliy had spent most of the lost time stumbling about, trying to find his balance on one leg. Finally giving up, he had power-crawled over to the fireplace, grabbing the fire iron in one hand as he unbuttoned the top half of his overcoat with the other. Using the metal rod as a temporary walking stick of sorts, he carefully made his way down the stairs.

Nudging Gaius as he passed down into the room, Vitaliy gave him a quick hand signal to block the entrance to the stairs as he passed.

Stepping further into the basement to watch the scene continue to unfold, Vitaliy seemed to grin for just a brief moment before a frown was thrown on his face. Right hand hidden under his overcoat as he used it to hold on to the grip of his revolver, he made sure to distance himself briefly from the surrounding individuals. It didn't take a genius to figure out from what he'd heard so far, combined with the current positions of the three, that Seven was obviously right in practically every regard, despite how much Vitaliy wished he wasn't.

Figuring Seven had "de-sonic'd-boom" covered for the time being, Vitaliy glared at Zoe, hand now fully gripping his hidden revolver. Back against the wall so he wouldn't have to rely on the fire iron for balance, he steadied both feet against the ground in one swift motion. If it wasn't already obvious without saying, he would shoot Zoe, starting with her limbs, if she even twitched too far in the direction of the other two. In fact, if she actually went towards Vitaliy or was crazy enough to move to throw the "godd@m" knife at him, he would shoot her in the head before she even had a chance to utter a word of complaint. Already in stance, he simply waited to see what the knife girl would do.

Could've just shot her right here and now... and I somehow owe that stupid goodie-two-shoes a favor. I hope this little b#tch tests me.

Zoe fell to her knees with her head down, panting out of exhaustion.
"Truth be told...I expected a lot more from you...those eyes looked so...familiar..."
Looking up her cheeks were bright red with the expression of pure bliss. The knife, ever held close, fogged with her breath.

"You're good at hiding it...but...this feeling doesn't lie ♪...Ahhhh ♪...It isn't enough but...I guess it'll do."

Chell was just about to pull the trigger when somebody grabbed her collar and pulled her away from Zoe. Judging by the strength and the people around them, it could have been only one person. She flew towards the opposite side of the room, slamming against the wall so hard she could not only feel her ribs cracking, but also the bricks behind her. She slid down the wall, hitting the floor and losing grip on her rifle.

Chell struggled to get herself into a sitting position, pushing herself up from the ground and sliding her back along the wall. When Seven walked in front of her, she had the utmost desire to kill him, but fucker had hit hard. She couldn't help herself but smile: this man had balls of steel, literally and figuratively. As she began raising her head, a hand presented itself in front of her.

'Sorry about that.'

She glanced at him, a small drip of blood coming out of her mouth. She immediately spat it out before relocking eye contact with him.

"You're a cunt." she stated, a somewhat amused tone to her voice. She reached for his hand, helping herself up. When she got up, she quickly picked up her rifle and placed it on her back. After the gun was safely secured, she turned back to Seven.
"I hate you and I really want to kill you. Let's go drinking." she blankly stated with an expressionless face. She grabbed him and began walking towards the staircase, dragging the man along.

Seven's eyes slightly widened as Chell took his hand. "I hate you and I really want to kill you. Let's go drinking." Seven's jaw nearly dropped. Here he was, almost cracking someone's ribs, and then being asked by that person to go drink with them. Even after Chell moved away, Seven continued staring at the space she used to be, gobsmacked. Suddenly, she grabbed him and began walking towards the staircase, dragging him along. He nearly lost his balance because he was so surprised. 'Uh...knife-wielding-lady-Lead-...' Seven couldn't help but be dragged along by her, but he had no clue where. He could only follow her, silently, still overwhelmed at this turn of events.
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Vitaliy glanced in disbelief at the two suddenly leaving the room.

Well fudge you too...

Still focused on Zoe, Vitaliy sighed, hand still ready on his revolver as he continued his glare, "Not much to be said now... please... jus' leave..."

You probably have no idea how much I want to kill you right now...

Gaze dancing from the knife to Zoe's face, Vitaliy could barely hold back from simply quick drawing the gun and firing a nice, smooth bullet into the girl's head. One slight excuse, even just a body movement that would give him reason to do so was all he needed, that was for certain. He would shoot to kill, no questions asked.

Carefully putting his weight on his good leg, Vitaliy kept his fire iron steady as he slowly shifted about 5ft away from the stairway and Zoe at an even distance.

"Gaius, can you please escort the crazy woman out... far, far away from all of us? I'll owe you one. Then you can do whatever you think is necessary." Not gazing away from Zoe for a second, Vitaliy waited for either individual to respond.

Zoe hung her head once more. Lying against the wall, Zoe loosely hung on to her knife and spoke softly, an unusual voice for her.
"You're trembling, hesitating...why, what are you afraid of?"
A dry exasperated giggle emanated from her lips.
"After all...I just...I can't even move right now..."

She better not be serious...

Shaking his head slightly from side to side without averting his gaze, Vitaliy grinned lightly as he continued to glare at Zoe with only his eyes, "If it was my choice you would be dead righ' now... remember that if ya please."

Face lightening up a bit, Vitaliy's eyes still kept the same alertness as before when he continued, "Nonetheless, you're pretty good... But now, Gaius is the one with the honor of dealin' with our 'knife-girl problem'."

Revolver fully out of his overcoat, Vitaliy silently aimed the gun at Zoe's head as he waited for Gaius to take her away.

Gaius looked from Zoe to Vitaliy and back again. He slowly strode up to Zoe, unafraid and, using his sword, swept the small knife from the woman's hands. "Sorry about that. Simply a precaution. I'd rather not lose my throat today. I've grown quite fond of it." After a short pause, he continued, "So, would you like to leave peacefully, or would you like my help?"

Everyone was getting inside the portal, even friend Seven. Things were getting bleak in this place and everything was indeed going to shit. Klein looked around, his grip on his weapons tightened as he made his choice of following Seven again. Monsters were afoot and perhaps it wasn't the best time to act against them at the moment.

Klein took a deep breath, as if he was going to plunge into deep waters, and jumped through the portal.

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...And like resurfacing from the deeps, Klein's real self bolted upright and gasped for air. His eyes were wide open as he looked around him. It was Chell's place, so it gave him a bit of relief that he was in a place familiar to him and not the dream.

He sat there quietly, watching the violent events unfold. He grabbed his lighter and flipped it open, revealing a tiny comforting flame.

It was weak but it was enough. The warmth of the fire kept him calm.