"Alright both of you. That's enough. My turn to shine..." Vena says, pushing their gun barrels down. Then, taking a deep breath, she steps around the corner, in full view of the guns, her hands raised. But, before they can do anything, the metal beams supporting the walls suddenly twist and turn downwards before systematically stabbing each soldier through the chest.
In about a couple of minutes, there are two rows of grisly ceiling decorations, dripping blood from the metal beams stuck through their chests.
"So... Anyone up for shish kebab?" Vena says with a laugh.