After lunch, a lazy day in bed... well... depending on what one calls lazy with a satyr involved. They do get some rest, no matter what else happens. Then it's off to check the clubs. As they check the streets, Chago slows a bit and points across the street to one particular building. "That one. Rod's either working it, in it, or behind it. Too close to be anywhere else." Then he looks for a place and gestures again. "He'll try and take you there, if you can lure him down. Remember, young redhead." Then he steps back into the shadows, and with a quick hop, skip, and magic powered jump, he's on the rooftops to watch the designated ambush place. Not his kind of spot, but it is Rod's and what better way to nail him than that?

She listens to the advice, nodding as she eyes the space and the club. It's exactly the kind of dank hole that Genny would usually scorn but considering what they're hunting...no contest. As he bounces to the roof she slides back into the shadow for another reason. There's a soft whisp of a melody and a cloth swirls around her, much like the quick change artists that one sometimes sees on television. When it clears the Genny Chago knows so well is gone, replaced by a buxom redhead that looks to be legal, but only barely. She's managed a wide-eyed innocent look behind a pretty bow of a mouth and a wrap top and short shorts that are like dangling a dinner bell around her throat.

This all leads to an absent wander down the street, swaying with a drunken lilt just a little as she goes. Heeerrrreee...Old Man...easy lunch...

Everything goes like clockwork too. Rodrigo notices the stacked redhead and calls for someone else to watch the door while he goes to 'check on some takeout'. Then he's following her and looking over the route she's on to be sure there's no sign anyone is in -his- spot. He adjusts his cap and his fingers work just a bit too long, then Genny can feel the flow of glamour meant to befuddle the senses of the human she appears to be with her morphed form. Thankfully the lovely satyr is -not- so human and sees through the warped directions meant to cause her to think she's on the main street until far too late. She'll not be confused when...

*snict* Switchblade opening. "Don't you look tasty, bitch." comes a voice thick and gravely with age.

She turns, the ‘oh so innocent’ expression sliding into something sultry and a little manic. “Wouldn’t ya like to know?”

Then things happen faster.

Chago leaps down, looking to slam right into Rodrigo's back and then is knocked off path as a rip opens in the back of his jacket, just at the collar. Very powerful silenced rifle caught him with a kill shot, dead on. Jackson was covering Rodrigo it appears. No one else shoots that well. Thankfully, Chago remembered his Oakenshield bunk this afternoon and sharp eyes will catch he's not bleeding when he lands and lays still for the moment to see what's happening, and to get a better idea of where the shooter is.

Meanwhile, Rodrigo doesn't even look at the prone redcap, certainly aware of the fallen, but assuming that Jackson took him out. "So... you must be the kid's bitch, huh?" His eyes flick up and down over Genny's disguised form. "His taste got better. Gonna be real fun breaking you in right. Not like he needs your ass anymore."

Doesn't it suck when a good plan fails?

If Rodrigo knew Genny he might catch the narrowing of her eyes that means trouble. If he knew Genny he might stand further away. And if he knew Genny even a little, he'd realize the flicker of fingers is a simple weapon pull and that it was a barbed whip in her hand flicking at his face.

She steps back with the slash, pivoting faster than a human can pull off and a good thing since it puts her out of range of the switchblade that would have parted lovely skin otherwise. The whip catches his shoulder, ripping through the jacket that he's wearing and drawing blood. Yeah, Chago wants the Old Man, but she needs to keep said Old man busy for at least a few minutes.

"I don't think so, shit fer brains. Yer borin'."

Yep...keep his attention and clear of the teeth. Anything else he can do she can likely suck up, but getting eaten would be bad.

Yep. Good plans failing suck. On both sides. Rod was just about to start a bunk when all hell breaks loose. He jumps back with blood flying from his cheek, then twists toward Chago. The move shows a small earpiece, much like the ones they used at the club where Chago and Genny met. Eric was always big on communication. Seems the sniper reported on the lack of blood.

As Rod looks at him for just a moment, Chago moves as well, and a fleck of pavement almost exactly where his eye was goes flying as another bullet just misses. Then it's Chago's turn and he swings his arm like he's got a lasso, looking up toward a building across the street. "Come on down Tex!" he calls before 'throwing' and 'hauling' for his magical bunk and sending the shooter flying from his place to join them.

Of course, this delays the squat Hispanic from getting to his feet and Rodrigo is right there, slashing at his face and again nearly taking out that other eye, as well as opening a small cut just over it. Looks like someone's magic armor has been used up already. "'Bout time we settled this." they say almost in stereo in very similar growls.

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Meanwhile, Jackson is trying to swap from that rifle to dual pistols as he recovers from the landing.

Genny figures Chago needs just one more distraction before the Old Man is all his, just enough time to get to his feet and level the playing field. Then she has a fae kin to deal with. That should be fun. She spins, kicking Rodrigo in the small of the back and knocking him off balance. "All yours, darlin'."

The impact of a bullet catching her in the leg, fortunately her own armor isn't used up just yet, turns her attention fully to Jackson. He fires again, but she's already moving, that whip coming up in quick time. It'd be an odd thing to witness from the outside. The movements of a fighter, particularly one that's been training in dirty ugly fighting with Chago, and the form of a woman who looks like she belongs in a bedroom, not a back alley.

It helps too that the pistols, while good .45s, just don't have the impact of that military grade sniper rifle. Jackson begins laying down fire like he was Roland of Gilliad, each shot smooth, even, and deadly accurate, to put her dodging ability to the test, even as he's diving for cover of his own to avoid more than glancing contacts so far. Somehow, he keeps his cowboy hat on as he goes, but his trench gets torn badly by the whip.

Meanwhile, it's cantrip to cantrip from the redcaps. How weird is that? Rodrigo uses some chicanery to hide himself, while Chago uses quicksilver. That's when all hell breaks loose with the redcaps. Chago turns his head to try and find the taste of Rod when the Old man pops out and drives the switchblade into Chago's back. Rodrigo gets just enough time to start to gloat in gutter Spanish before the magical speed kicks in. Instead of getting to twist and rip with that blade, Chago moves with a hiss of pain to come off the knife and swings a backfist that attaches to Rod's cheek as he turns around. Three quick blows to the gut and the oakenshield, body armor, and gut are all torn through. "Too old, mula." he hisses as the speed cantrip fades away, one Gauntleted hand still trapped and chewing into Rod's face.

It'd be a misnomer to say that Genny is ignoring the battle between Chago and Rod, but she's only giving it passing notice, her own focus on not being ripped into by bullets. She doesn't take cover, even as her magical armor is chewed through. One bullet impacts and leaves a line of blood across one arm, but not deep enough to keep her from being mobile.

Now she's pissed off and she raises both hands, making a sharp gesture and sing-shouting in a thick gutteral Latin. When did she learn that? The dumpster that Jackson is hiding behind rises about two feet in the air. Enough for him to get another shot that scores her hip, but she holds her concentration and the dumpster slams into the fae kin, bouncing him between the metal and the wall.

Once....

Twice...

Three times and Jackson is on the ground, now there's blood but he's still breathing.

She turns her hands over palms to heavens and then to hell and the dumpster flips, trapping the man inside under a lot of very smelly trash.

"Where ya belong, ya pile 'f shit."

Chago spares a glance for the kinain as he keeps Rod's teeth at arm's length with the help of his enchanted Gauntlets. The grump has dropped his knife and has one arm trying to keep his innards inside, while the other is trying to find purchase on Chago's fingers to help him pull free. So far, it's not working though and Chago smirks.

Turning back fully to Rodrigo, Chago licks his lips. "You screwed up, Old Man." Then he darts his head in and snaps at the arm Rodrigo is using to try and get free, catching just at the elbow and removing it with a snap of teeth. "Tex still alive, doll?" he calls then, the words muffled a bit by the mouthful that sprays fragments in the almost dead Rodrigo's face when asking that question. "If he is, keep him that way. I don't think this piece of shit can talk anymore."

Genny has moved to a vantage point to keep an eye out for any of the rest of Eric's bully boys. Wouldn't want this moment interrupted. She absently blots the blood on her hip but seems unconcerned, there will be time for healing later. She glances over as Chago asks and nods, “Mmmhmm...smells pretty terrible, and I do suspect I broke several somethings, but he'll live. I can touch him up if we need ta before we send him back." She smiles and it's a hard smile, cold as sin. Not many people who have seen her that way lived to tell about it, but the smile is for Rod's situation and she gestures towards the dying redcap. "Enjoy yer lunch. Jus' don't spoil yer appetite. I'm makin' fajitas when we get home."

"Fajitas?" Chago asks, with a bloody grin. Then he lifts a foot and kicks Rodrigo in the ruined gut, shoving so that a good portion of his face rips off and is finished by the Gauntlet as the main body falls to the ground. "Shit. Let's stop dicking around and get back then." Yeah, it's mostly humorous, but they do need to be moving. It won't be long before someone shows.

As the grump redcap falls in a lifeless heap and his fae self fades away from the mortal corpse, Chago heads for the dumpster and lifts, using a touch of glamour himself to tip it over so he can get to Jackson. "Thanks for seasoning him. Probably taste better now." Ge decides as he moves in and leans to slap Jackson's face a few time to wake him up. As soon as the kinain groans and shows signs of life...

CHOMP

Chago opens up Jackson's belly with his teeth and starts working through his guts with his hands, bringing cries of pain and a call for help on the communicator from the poor guy. What? Like he thinks he's got a chance to live if he stayed quiet? Chago just licks blood from his face and grins wider, muttering under his breath with a release of glamour. "Reading your entrails Tex. Says here you'll live long enough to deliver a message. Whether you live past that is all decided by if you deliver the message or not. I know Eric will answer that call, so you tell him Chago said March is over, but Fierce Hearts never stop. You tell him that, just like that, got it?"

As Jackson groans and nods weakly, Genny can see people coming from the club and heading toward them, following a tiny ball of chimerical flame. Eric. A few familiar faces, and a new satyr that seems to be the one working the Pyretics. Chago doesn't look up though. "Remember, I'm the soothsayer. You tell him the message if you don't wanna pay the price of staying quiet."

"Time ta fly, darlin'." It's not rushed, or panicky. Even plans that don't entirely go as they should can turn out well. She eyes the club they came from, taking mental notes and giving Chago another moment.

Finished he wipes his face and the two move move away, having left a little blood behind but not like it's needed since there's a message. Eric will know who came...at least the Chago side of it and his new 'redhead'. That should be fun for Jackson to explain. First strike. First Blood. That’s enough for the moment.