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The doors to one of the warehouses behind Dean thud open, four screaming Pyracani barreling through the doorway in the light of the setting sun, waving their arms frantically. One of them shouts: “Gazreki!” This wouldn’t mean much to uninformed offworlders. To natives, though, it should mean plenty. Something bounds through the shadows within the warehouse, closing on the docks. One of the four Pyracani isn’t fast enough – something big, brown, and chitinous tangles up his legs and brings him down in an oofing lump. The creature then jabs a pointed siphon into its victim’s throat and starts draining blood.
Tark Brogainn is making his way through the borough on rounds to gather new recruits, and his attention is quickly drawn to the creature who is now attacking one of his countrymen. His expression darkens. “Radiance” he snarls, and he draws his sword. “Death shall be yours, spawn of evil!” he shouts as he tenses and runs forward and leaps up, sword turned to plunge into the creature. He’s wasting no time; lives are on the line here.
Akamatsu sees the creature begin to draw blood and unfortunately still has Lucy in hand. He sets her on the ground and charges drawing swords as well and aiming to slice the creature open with the katana and stab as well with the wakizashi.
Lucy is set down, ears flattening against her skull as she pulls her knife from her sleeve. She just hangs onto it protectively for now, strafing around the outskirts of the fight for a clear angle at the blood-sucking creature.
Dean turns to look over his shoulder, the Phyrrian quickly snatching the plasma pistol off his waist and strafing to the right so he can get a clear shot to fire at the creature with the weapon, one hand reaching back to try and lead Lucy away from the beast if she’ll follow.
It appears that this beast isn’t on its own. Two more come bounding through the warehouse doorway, launching themselves at Tark and Akamatsu while the three warehouse workers scamper down the street toward the welcoming lights of the hotel.
“Th’ ad said FOUTE-” Rillitan’s attention turns, along with the warehouse owner he was attempting to haggle with, to the scene of violence. His hand falls back to his rifle but he does not take arms just yet.
Tark Brogainn snarls with victory as his blade strikes true and plunges into the beast. “You shall not finish this feast, foul one!” he says, pulling the sword out and raising it up to bring it down once again, trying to aim for the beast’s heart.
Akamatsu strikes the creature as well penetrating with an incredible stab with the wakizashi and assuming that was enough to finish him moves on to the second swinging the katana at the head and stabbing for the heart.
“AKA!” Lucy squeaks, the little girl pulling away from Dean as more monsters come out to play. The Lotorian’s tail bristles and she bares her teeth in a strangely feral growl that is very unlike her, before flipping the knife around and quickly throwing it at the gazriki that has pounced Akamatsu. It sticks expertly into the creature, sinking in up to the handle. It also leaves her unarmed. So she looks around for some rocks.
The gazriki that had been feeding splurts blood – its own and that of its victim – after suffering grievous injuries from the weapons of the attackers who came to the fallen Pyracani’s defense. One of the other two is downed by Lucy’s attack, taking the knife blade in the head, just above the siphon, and falls in a twitching chitinous heap on the dock. The third, unhindered, leaps onto the back of the distracted Tark Brogainn and plunges a blood-leeching siphon into his back, right between the shoulder blades.
Dean raises his plasma pistol up again, wrist snapping to the other gazriki quickly, a steady hand firing another round of plasma shots on the remaining attacker. He continues his strafing motion to keep his line of fire open.
Rillitan watches as the violence extends outwards to those moving to help and grunts something obscene. He pulls his rifle up at the gazriki that managed to dodge through after Tark and fires off a round with a dispassionate look of concentration.
The shots fired by Dean and Rillitan perforate the gazriki clinging to Tark’s back. With a sick, fleshy pop, the siphon releases from the Pyracani and the gazriki tumbles back onto the dock before rolling with a splash into the water. It disappears beneath the rippling black surface.
Tark Brogainn lets out a blood curdling scream as the gazriki shoves the siphon into his back, slamming him to the ground. When the shots force it to release him, he struggles to get up, then falls back to the dock, the wound in his back oozing large amounts of blood.
Akamatsu looks around to make sure all the creatures are gone and sheathes his blades. The ronin goes over to Tark and helps him to his feet to take him to the assembled crowd hoping somebody around can help with the wound (all this is assuming the Pyracani lets him).
With the threat gone, Lucy’s fur settles back down and her ears cant backwards in their head-hugging flatness. She steps forward and extracts her knife from the gazriki’s head. The girl grimaces at the ick on the blade, before pulling out a handkerchief to wipe it off. “Iz he going to be okay?” she asks nobody in particular, sheathing the knife back up her sleeve.
Dean slowly puts his gun back on his side, holstering it once more, moving towards Akamatsu and Lucy from where he was shooting. He observes the injured Pyracani for a moment before glancing around the area more, keeping tabs on any other possible attackers.
Bloodmane trots down the street toward the sound of fighting. “What’s going on?”
“So fourty thou?” Rillitan grunts with a snort as he shoulders his rifle once more. He looks sideways at the Pyracani he was talking to with a frown, “I could do well wi’ it. An’ ye’d be on m’ good side.” He leans in a bit, “S’the that ain’t made o’ metal, eh?”
Tark Brogainn is like a limp rag doll when Aka lifts him up. His arms and upper body seem to be functional, but his legs are mostly dead weight.
Akamatsu gets the Pyracani to the group assembled and asks “Is anybody here a doctor? Or at least skilled enough in first aid to patch him up?” The ronin glances at Lucy and states “I really don’t know if he’ll be okay or not. I’m no doctor.”
Bloodmane moves toward the group at a faster pace, seeing the wounded Pyracani. “Lay him down, if he’s wounded the last thing you want to do is move him until he’s stable, let me have a look…”
“I hope he’z okay,” Lucy murmurs, stepping back out of the way and folding her hands together. “I zhould learn how to fixz people a little bit. People keep getting hurt all over the plaze.”
Tark Brogainn moans a bit, one of his legs starting to twitch a bit, but he’s still somewhat out of it, possibly from blood loss.
Akamatsu sets the man on the ground to let the oversized kitty do his work stepping back to stand next to Lucy to whom he says “Feeling a bit better now that you have an adrenaline rush in you?”
Bloodmane drops down to kneel beside Tark, his hand moving from his side to his pocket, pulling a small single-sealed package from within and tearing it open. A rag that looks similar to a thick rubber chamoise is produced. The Demarian rolls the Pyracani slightly, reaching under to feel about for the wound and then stuffing the rag into it. The quik-clot patch forms a thick gooey mass, expanding to fill the cavity quickly and stopping further blood loss. “I need a board, and every belt we have.” he commands, looking to Dean next. “Call in a med-evac.”
If the screaming didn’t attract Victoria, the scent did. She makes her way towards the scene, through a small but growing crowd of onlookers. Spotting the blood, she keeps a good distance from the fallen Pyracani, peering around one of the large double doors. “Ought someone call for medical personnel or… do you have it under control?” she asks no one in particular.
Dean removes his belt, handing it to Bloodmane and then turns away from the group, hand still resting on his pistol as the Overmind continues to just watch the area, while he calls for medical aid. He wanders over to an adjacent warehouse, leaning against the wall. A glance is set back at the injured Pyracani, but he doesn’t seem too attentive to the scene.
Newt approaches the scene to see what happened, making his way past the odd onlooker. He watches for a bit and then looks around. On spotting Lucy he begins to make his way over, “Hey.”
“Why would I feel better when more people keep getting hurt?” Lucy asks, looking up to Aka with that human-like frown of hers, “Can’t go anywhere without zomething bad happening. It makez me zad…” She scratches at the back of her head a bit, then, “But I’m glad you’re okay, Akamatzu.” She turns to look at Newt, then. “Hi,” she greets, “You mizzed the giz-… the giant blood-zucking bugz. I killed one with my knife when it went after Aka.” the little girl sounds so proud of herself.
Bloodmane takes Dean’s belt, scowling around the group. “A board, I need a board -now-” he snarls out in tone that leaves very little room for argument. “Stop standing around and chatting, and go get it.”