At Brenwicke's Books...Sigmund decides to take advantage of the distraction and point his crossbow at Carlson's belly!
"Gentlemen, I don't know what happened back there, but I can tell you that it was not pleasant. So, please, stay quiet for a moment so that nothing bad happens, would you? And that goes specially for you," he says to the pinning guard,
"do not even dare to move.""Or what, you're going to shoot me with an unloaded crossbow?" Carlson asks. Sigmund looks down. Bugger.
Scott, noticing a mild lull in the action, decides to liven up the situation a little.
"Bolshoy syurpreez!" he screams, knowing that he's probably pronouncing that wrong, but hey.
[Scott charge roll: 1-1]
He slowly shambles toward the guards, who look at him with no small amount of confusion. He appears to be outstretching his harpoon, too. Hm, what to do, what to do.
[Scott vs. Carlson: 6-
1 vs. 3+1]
He stabs out at the damnable Carlson, who is rather scratched in the process.
"Ow, son of a bitch! Gods-damn it all!"[Pin: Guard 7 vs. Scott: 6+1 vs. 4-1]
Another guard then promptly reacts, stabbing him through the chest and pinning him to the wall in a manner similar to Sigmund before him, leaving them about a meter apart.
"Right then, we've ascertained that these are right bastardly criminals we're dealin' with here, and some are mutants at that, so let's just execute 'em on the spot, eh?""Right!" says the other guy, having given up on his spear for a moment and pulling out a rather trusty-looking blackjack - the sort of weapon you'd give a name, Sigmund thinks.
[Called Shot: Guard 5 vs. Sigmund: 6+1-2 vs. 6-
2]
The guard promptly takes the blackjack and starts smashing Sigmund in the face with it violently. It is, as one might suppose, extremely unpleasant. Sigmund feels a great many teeth of his loosen, and his nose, his beautiful nose is rapidly losing cohesion!
"I don't *crack* know what *crack*... ugh... *crack crack* hurk... happened there, but do *crack* come here, *crack* pleathe!" he shouts, hoping to attract some attention from the people in the other room.
The only unoccupied guard decides to follow Mr. Blackjack's lead and try the same thing on Scott... with a spear!
[Called Shot: Guard 8 vs. Scott: 3+1-2 vs. 4-1-2]
He stabs Scott right in the mouth, then pulls out the spear.
In the other room,
Kevin tries to execute one of the remaining guards with his sword! He decides that it is the store guard who's asking for it the most, as he is the one who started this mess.
[Store Guard escape roll: 5]
[Kevin pursuit roll: 5+1]
He runs outside, finding that the guard hasn't gotten far. Should be easy to run him down.
[Store Guard escape roll: 3]
[Kevin pursuit roll: 6+1]
He breaks into a sprint, catching up to the man easily and trying to swipe at him with the sword!
[Kevin vs. Store Guard: 5+1-
1 vs. 3+2]
The sword clinks against the armor of the guy, who turns around.
"Leave me alone, asshole! I'm just running for dear life here! I'm not gonna call anyone else!"[Store Guard vs. Kevin: 2+
1 vs. 5+1]
He aims a punch at Kevin, but the jester dodges, not really one to be caught off-guard by a thing like that.
[Counterattack: Kevin vs. Store Guard: 6 vs. 6+2]
The store guard, however, is firmly unshakable in his resistance to getting slashed. How awful.
Niklas, meanwhile, wonders what that sound he heard from the other room might have been. Eh, probably nothing. He looks over at Hendrickson. Hendrickson looks at him, eyes full of various regrets of the things he hasn't done in his life and the many jobs he could have taken rather than work one more week at Brenwicke's. Brenwicke wasn't even a good boss, he thinks. Treated employees like shit, and now there's supercriminals right inside the store. His life fleeting from his body, he does one last instinctive act before dying - he prays to Rysinia.
[Hendrickson prayer roll: 2]
And yet there's nothing. Guess the goddess must be busy with something. Oh well. Hendrickson just sighs, going completely limp moments afterward as his soul departs his body.
And so Niklas is left alone in the room, as the only other guard has already escaped - the one Kevin didn't chase - has also escaped. Niklas, supposing there's nothing to do here right now, sits down on the staircase and contemplates the pretty patterns of the smashed guards.
"Ooh, dad, that was absolutely amazing! I knew it would work!"That you did, Torkel. That you did.
On the deck of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...Morton, feeling an unwelcome touch of morbidity in this conversation, asks more.
"Oh dear, that sounds rather dreadful to hear. Have you actually heard such things?""Why, YES! These are the DOCKS, FOR GODS' SAKES! SLIT THROATS ARE THEIR MAIN EXPORT! Or so I HEAR! HAHAHAH! SERIOUSLY, though, my POINT stands. You don't LIVE ON THE DOCKS for SEVERAL HUNDRED YEARS without hearing SOMEONE DIE HORRIBLY. Or ANYWHERE ELSE, for that MATTER!"Morton looks over at Tailor Craig. His expression, being entirely concealed in darkness, is quite unreadable, but his eyes and posture suggest he is listening with interest. Perhaps he simply has nothing to say.
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