Like Toy Soldiers(Natasha/Lukas)

In this mission between partners, Natasha was effortlessly upholding her end of the bargain. The tool she used to cloak herself within an invisible veil came in quite handy. Each strike she executed while going relatively unseen was measured - precise. Each of those who sought to run away from the chaos that broke out in the warehouse had been subdued. They would be sent away to their respective prisons for their involvement.

Natasha contemplated entering the building to assist Lukas until she perceived a light that enveloped the entire warehouse. So much for that idea, huh? She mused to herself. Now, she could see why he required supervision. She was no saint, herself, of course but she knew she preferred the shoot from afar approach far more than making a show of things.

Though she might have of wondered if it was the enemy, Natasha could still sense his spiritual signature. As such, there was no need to worry. Utilizing Hirenkyaku, she made her way over to the warehouse that seemed to be collapsing.

Her eyes surveyed the dead bodies, from their limbs to their heads, to acknowledging that the head of the operation - Mary - was effectively on the precipice of death, having been unable to avoid the rapid fire assault of arrows.

She doubted Blut could keep her steady at this point. Dead bodies were a familiar sight for a soldier. Thus, it came as no surprise that the only reaction Nat could present was maintaining that infectious smile and whistling as she gazed around. Sheesh, talk about overkill. Walking forward, Natasha would wave a hand in his face.

"Eyup. Mission is pretty much done at this point. Christ, ya' really did a number on these folk, huh~?"

THE CITY OF LIGHT
Another step forward, a slight tremble in the man's left arm. Lukas would try to not look it, but the attack took a lot out of him - more out of them, he supposed. As always. Faint wisps of reishi continued to fall around him as he waved towards Natasha, following her gaze to one of the - unfortunately - still alive dealers. He'd lock eyes with them for a moment, before they went dark.

A smile sent them on their way.

"Yeah?" the exhaustion was much more apparent in his voice, head swiveling back to the woman with the same cocksure grin. Another step forward, his leg buckling before he braced. A pain shot sharp through his arm, a slight glance showing a hole in his jacket.

"Fuckin assholes." vindictively muttered, his still shakey arm lifted up, pinching into the torn fabric. "Stray tagged me." now more vocal, he pulled as air shot from between clenched teeth, a bloodied bullet rolling between his fingers. "If you ask me, they got what was coming to'em."

He closed his hand tightly around the slag, breathing in heavily. "So," he rotated, looking around the daylight strewn rubble,"How do we call this in?"