[Oren dodges the bullet, turning around and making a sharp right. He's incredibly fast for someone who's carrying two people. When there a fair distance away, Iona gives him an order.]

Drop me, hold onto him!

[And without a secondary pause, Oren obeys, letting his mistress land on her feet and whip around to see that they're still being chased.]

Just how many goons are there-...!

[Her potentially snarky commentary is cut off by the sight of one of the men in black suits, whipping out a gun and pointing it straight at Gus. There's not much time to think; her partner may have Gus, but that doesn't mean the latter is invulnerable while in his one arm.

Their real adversary isn't Oren anyways; there's another loud shot, a muffled noise of impact, and suddenly silence. Why?

Oren turns around and sets Gus down so that he has a good look at what has just occurred. The men in suits stare, shocked and confused at the woman who stuck out her right hand to block the path of the bullet that was meant for Auguste Aubert. Her hand is curled into a fist with smoke rising out of the palm. The right sleeve of her dress has disintegrated due to the crackling of magical energy that encircles her arm and the image of her arm begins to flicker in and out until it completely reveals the mineral veins and crystals embedded on the surface.

Iona stretches said arm and straightens up, opening up her fist to reveal the bullet she just caught.]

Uh, how do they say it here... Merde? Yeah. Merde. This is a first.

[She tosses the bullet playfully in the air before catching it between her fingers.]