Westbrook growled looking towards Angpetu, starting to move his legs to try to rise from his knees but it was too late. Suddenly he was chest was hit again and again with bullet after bullet. It took what was left in the Nakani to say upright as each one pierced through his flesh and into his body but remained where he was on his knees, still refusing to die. The bullet that seemed to finish the job was the one that came from another direction than the first spray of them and penetrated his skull. The man stayed there for a moment before toppling over to the side, the side of his face pressing into the dust and dirt of the ground below him. His eyes still open but the whistling sound had finally ceased. 

	Angpetu took a deep breath, at least the worst was over with for now but she knew Westbrook wasn't dead yet, at least not in a traditional sense. Walking over to him she squatted down and took a look. Even as she looked at him the wounds seemed to close. Shaking her head, she stabbed the dagger into the mans throat, moving it left to right and then sawing through the bone of the spine, severing his head from his shoulders. Taking the head she rested it on his midsection and pulled a lighter out of her pocket she rose and lit his clothing on fire before turning and running back some what. 

	"Cover your ears!" she called out to the group that was there as her hands came to the side of her head. "And brace yourself," she added as she dropped to one knee with her back towards the body. It seemed odd but it was quickly explained as the flesh of the Nakani caught on fire and a screaming whistle came from the lips of the severed head. It lasted only a moment and then the body erupted as if someone had shoved a stick a dynamite into the chest cavity. As it exploded the bits and pieces of the body turned to ash and rained down from the sky. 

	"I hate that part," Angpetu grumbled as she stood up and dusted herself off, sheathing the blade back on her hip and wiping her hands off on the crimson scarf she wore draped around her next. Stepping over towards her rifle she picked it up and rested it on her shoulder as she turned her direction towards the person that was closest to her, Cyrus. 

	"Nice shooting," she said as she turned back to look at the scorched earth where the body had been. "That was a Nakani," she said motioning over towards where Westbrook had been. "Nasty bit of Kin, fast as hell, only thing that really puts them down like the rabid dogs they are is flint and fire," she said in a flat tone and spoke as if it was an every day occurrence; like she was sitting down trading pie recipes with a neighbor. Shrugging slightly she glanced around. "Now, where did that last shot come from," she said as she looked towards the direction it had come from and seeing a bit of a perch that was out of the way from the rest of the group. Giving a way in acknowledgement before resting her hand back on her rifle. 

	"So, any questions before I go seek out someone to stitch up these claw punctures Westbrook was so kind to give me as a parting gift?"