She nodded and tapped out a simple rhythem on her arm. "Juuust in case." She then tapped the tip of each shoe to her heel, and out popped two more knives. "Fun for throat slitting!" She then was off, walking forward. "Hello! I am Muse, and uh we're here having a picnic date." The guards look at me. "Oh…BABE GET OUT HERE!" I yell, and as soon as you walk forward she turns back to the guards, hand slipping into yours. "You see, we wouldn't have to draw our weapons if you wouldn't scare us like tha-" Suddenly she flings a knife at the radio one of the guys is speaking into, and it embeds itself into his shoulder. "SEE? Sheesh. RUDE!" Suddenly she has a drawn on her and she sticks her finger in it. "Woah there buddy, don't want any more trouble then what we have, do we? No. Didn't think so." She brings up her hand and pops the gun out of his grip, catches it, and aims it at the now gunless guard. "Now then. Are we gonna have a peaceful fight or-?" She's cut off by the guy stabbed in the shoulder, now having removed it from there, chucking it at her. She caught it with her free hand and rolled her eyes. "Right. Then a 1,2,3,4!" She suddenly spun around and as her leg is caugh, her other one comes up, slits his throat and she turns it into a twirl like a ballerina, before doing a handstand on his shoulders, and shoving the katana through the other guys head down two his jaw, and taking it back out, before landing on the ground and bowing. "All right fellas, now then. Either run, or die."