Harvey didn't quite feel like being monster food just yet, he has places to sneak and guns to shoot! Speaking of guns, the survivor tries to wrangle his arm free enough to try and get a good bead on the creature while trying not to hit himself. Easy enough.
With a twist of a wrist and a bit of tension, metal barked out of the barrel of the revolver and sped towards where the survivor hoped was the creature. He must not have hit considering the lack of response from his captor, but it probably didn't make it happy as he felt needle thin points start to stab at him from his prison. Before they could do anything but make Harvey feel very uncomfortable and reconsider medicinal shots, there was a rough jostle that brought an end to the course of action.
Randall held onto the blanket as the strange creature bucked and shook, trying to free itself. The survivor managed to keep it on for a few moments but the creature bent and moved in unnatural ways, its head collapsing into nothing but an empty sack of skin and roughly moved to the right, dragging its unfortunate captive with it, and escaping the blinding cover.
Which, coincidentally, put it right in the path of Wilmer's chop with the borrowed cleaver. With an audible hiss from the skin creature the metal blade sliced through clean through the skin with little resistance, releasing a gout of black ash in the process. The stream of black ash slowly tapered down as a black gunk quickly tried to cover and seal the wound, but each attempt just caused it to lose its cohesiveness. The creature's gaze shifted between Wilmer and Randall, still holding onto its prey possessively.
Initiative (Randall): [2]
Initiative (Wilmer): [1]
Gunplay (Harvey): [2 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 2]
Dodge (
): [2 + 1 = 3]
(): [1]
Resist (): [6 - 2 = 4]
Wrangling (Randall): [2]
Resist (): [5 + 1 - 1 - 1 - 1 = 3]
Aimed Attack (Wilmer): [3 - 1 = 2]
Dodge (): [3 + 1 - 1 - 1 - 1 = 1]
Frogdo has had quite enough with these attempts of being sold in such an undignified manner. Why, to think, possibly being sold by someone who may be out of date? If this holo wants to sell him, it must be in a certified manner, after all.
"Maybe we should jus--""Sir, I refuse to be sold by someone who isn't up to date! Ya gotta plug in, bro."The holo, however, doesn't appear to think in such a dignified manner.
"I'm afraid you may have to accept such a terrible fate, dear stock. I tire of these games, it is past due that the store should open. A true travesty, the first time in several hundred cycles that the Gentlemen of Leisure store must be late so on such a monumental day."A piercing alarm sounded throughout the store as Asimov watched impassively, hands behind his back. The mouth on his forehead betrayed his true thoughts as it gave a toothy grin, faux ash spilling out between gaps in the jagged teeth. Nothing happened for the first few moments, just the holo's grin, the loud whine of the alarm, and a scratching noise from Chin trying to desperately trying to yank the metal shelving out of the doorway.
When a few more moments passed and still nothing happened, Asimov's smile stated to lessen.
The alarm going off wasn't lost on anyone in the front of the store.
"Shoulda jus' done this my way. Suit, do somethin' useful an' turn 'em off!""I-I can't, only an en-enforcer ca--" He was interrupted by Boss shouting over the alarms to Lunk.
"Get ready for somethin' to come at the doors, I'm getting..."The man voice dropped off as he paused and looked towards the front.
"Shouldn' they be, yah know, batterin' it down now? ...What time is it?" 
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