The distinctive staccato clattering of the SCKs slashes through the music and 
the noise like razor-tipped claws. As Saigo’s face and chest turn into a mass of
blood and gore, Tikki widens her field of fire. The five people nearest Saigo 
jerk and crumble. Blood sprays the air and spatters over the floor. People 
scream and fall. Saigo is lying in a puddle of blood and gore but still is not 
dead, not quite. He’s making feeble efforts to crawl away over the body of a
dead woman. Tikki gives him another burst, but the man keeps moving. She empties 
the SMGs into him.