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The suddenness with which the auction descended into chaos caught the twins momentarily off-guard, having fully expected to be the ones causing the chaos. Picking three notable troublemakers from the crowd, Rio once again got in contact with his leader.

"Boss...it's a mess in here...we're not the only ones who are here for the tome," he hissed into his mask, glancing down at the ground where Rosa was struggling to fight her way through the waves of guests streaming out the exits. An unnerving silence at the other end of the line followed.

''"...get me that tome!" ''Orpheus eventually told him in a low voice, before the connection failed.

Without a second thought, Rio once again raised his rifle and, taking a mere second to aim, first his first shot - a clean hit straight into the chest of one of the guards. As the Dust-infused bullet landed his target was blasted of their feet, upper-body partially encased in ice. Almost robotically he pulled another bullet from his belt, reloaded, and fired again. The cycle repeated until the ground was littered with partially-immobilised bodies.

Rosa, meanwhile, finally managed to break out of the crowd of fleeing bodies. Unslinging the rifle from her back she charged the stage, holding the barrel of her weapon like a club as she did so. At the press of a button, a shovel-like attachment swiveled out from the rifle's stock, and as she swung the weapon at the closest guard its sharpened edge sheared through cloth and flesh like a hot knife through butter.