"You're...!"  As the green-haired girl collapsed, Bastet lurched forward instinctively to try and catch her, but the distance between them prevented it.  Instead, she contented herself with giving a soft yank on her whip, forcing Ivan to grumble again.  With half of the participants in this violent little conflict unconscious, there wasn't much choice on who to interrogate.  Leaning over the downed giant, she smiled down at him in a way vaguely suggestive of both happiness and psycopathy.  "Now, with that done, I think it's time for a little chat."  She placed a foot on his chest, and began to pull on the whip.

With remarkable speed, Ivan's huge hands shot up and grabbed the cord encircling his throat.  He gave it a mighty tug, throwing Bastet off balance.  From there, all it took was a two-handed shove to uncouple goddess from weapon and send her stumbling backward.  With a righteous grunt, Ivan arose, and grabbed the Family Business from the grass where it had fallen, taking care to brush it some grass off its near-pristine surface before pointing the shotgun at Bastet, then Terra despite her total lack of movement, then anyone and everyone else in the vicinity.  "Strange woman try to choke me!  Other woman try to burn me!  All of you are [i]dead[/i]!"

Despite his threats, it was obvious that the Heavy was more indignant than he was seriously angry.  The shortness in his breath, to any keen observer, would signify that perhaps the situation could be defused.