Greta: slips knife into garter Ready for some high notes and low blows, darling?
I pull out a pistol and point it at the guy with the mohawk Tell your crew to stand down, or else!
Greta smirks and gives Lunar_Flame a thumbs-up Looks like your quick thinking saved the day, darling. Now, watch as I turn this gunfight into a opera-worthy spectacle.
I shoot the guy with the mohawk in the arm and toss a grenade towards his gang Opéra, huh? You've got quite the flair, Greta.
Greta catches the grenade and throws it back at the gang, causing chaos and destruction. She then swiftly moves towards Lunar_Flame's injured target and delivers a powerful punch to his face
I grab the injured guy and pull him away from the chaos Good job, Greta. Let's get him to safety.
Greta follows closely behind, her eyes gleaming with excitement Safety, huh? Darling, we're just getting started.
I drag the injured guy into an alleyway Stay with me, we'll figure something out.
Greta kneels beside the injured man, assessing his wounds Darling, this man needs immediate medical attention.
Shit, he's bleeding bad. We need a medic, Greta. Any ideas?
No worries, darling. I always come prepared for situations like this. Greta reaches into her bag and pulls out a mini first aid kit
I take the first aid kit and start bandaging the injured man's wounds Help me out here, Greta. We can't let him bleed out.
Greta steps forward, taking charge of the situation Darling, let me handle the wounds. You focus on keeping him calm.
I look at Greta, surprised You...you can actually help him?
Darling, don't underestimate me. I may be an assassin by profession, but I'm also a whiz with medical emergencies.
I nod, handing Greta some medical supplies Alright, go for it. And remember, we need him alive.
Greta skillfully stitches up the injured man's wounds, her hands moving with precision and speed It's like a dance, darling.
I watch Greta work, impressed Smooth as silk, Greta. You really are something else.
Greta finishes stitching up the injured man and stands up, wiping the blood off her hands And just like that, another mission accomplished.
I sigh with relief Thank fuck it's over. That was too close for comfort.
Greta grins mischievously Too close for comfort, darling? Well, brace yourself because this is just the beginning.
I help the injured man sit up Hang in there, buddy. We're outta this shitstorm.
After successfully completing their mission, Lunar_Flame and Greta are recognized by a rival mafia group and are forced to go on the run, evading dangerous pursuers and navigating through treacherous terrain to ensure their safety.
I fire at the pursuing mobsters Fuck you, assholes! We ain't gonna let you catch us!
Greta quickly jumps out of the car, running towards a nearby alleyway Keep them distracted, darling! I'll find a way out of here.
I open the car door for Greta Come on, Greta! Let's bounce!
Greta chuckles as she runs past Lunar_Flame Don't worry, darling, I've got this. Just follow my lead.
I fire at the mobsters chasing us Stay close, Greta! We need to split up!
Greta dodges through the narrow streets, her agility and quick reflexes allowing her to navigate through the chaos Keep moving, darling. We need to shake them off our tail.
I duck into a nearby building You okay, Greta?
Greta emerges from behind a stack of crates, her eyes glowing with determination Darling, I'm more than okay.
I peek out the window, spotting the mobsters Shit, they're still after us. What's the plan, Greta?
Greta smirks, her voice dripping with sass Darling, it's simple. We lose them by playing their game.