Luce didn't really recognize any of them when they came in, but they came loaded for bear. AK-12's and shotguns...all about fear, wasn't it? They were slightly more serious looking than the three shitstains that picked on the little puppy. A reputable gang in some territory, no doubt. Shame Luce was here to ruin that feeling.
"Cyrus!" Luce assumed the leader was as she rested against the corner, almost casually. "Fuck, turn the light on! CYRUS! Get your scrawny fucking ass out-" When one of his men turned the light on, all he saw was the wide grin of Luce before her machete hacked off his hand. He screamed, the lights went off.
"What the fuck!" He howled, his AK letting out a bright muzzle flash as Luce advanced with a gleeful laugh, she ducked low and let her mono-molecular blade slice through a shinbone in a spray of blood, dropping one who fired right up into the ceiling. She rose up, swinging her machete upward in a spray of red as the man staggered back with a gag of pain, hitting the floor as she picked up his AK. The lights came on again, and there was Luce with a smirk...and a ready trigger. She raked the AK across them, some of them went down and others scrambled for cover. She advanced as the gun clicked empty, shifting her grip to slam the rifle against the face of a still standing man and hurled it toward one of the men who had fled.
"Fucking bit-" The AK hit him solidly on the chest, jerking him back. He wasn't expecting her to be so fast, three long strides and she was in front of him. Pain ruptured through his stomach as he glanced down to see her machete down to the hilt.
"Poor little boy..." Luce cooed, twisting it and ripping it out as he collapsed, licking her face of any stray blood before spitting it out. Two people remained. Both of them didn't know what to do, bad for them. Luce ran forward, and one of them had the braincells to remember he had a shotgun and opened fire. She hit the floor in a slide, her grin wicked and hungry as she slammed her blade right into his groin and grabbed the dropped shotgun, catching it and pointing it to the other man to fire it one handed. It recoiled and the man went down in a spray of blood.
Satisfied, while the man who currently had his groin stabbed was white as a sheet, tears running down his face. Luce sat up, racking the forearm to feed a fresh round into it.
"Hunting here isn't what it used to be," she purred, then pulled the trigger. His head sprayed across the back of the wall and Luce yanked out her machete with a satisfied sigh. What a great stress release...
"Hey, kid," Luce called. "You can let me in now."