After a brief discussion with Cephie over the Empyreal Communication network, you nod, and return to the Armorer's call.
"I will purchase, four level three cutter blades, five level three shields, two carapace armor sets, three of the las-guns, and one prosthetic hand." You state, after browsing the wares and taking advice from the Ancestors. "I may purchase another, but for now that will suffice."
The young armorer's thin lips quirk, and he nods. "We'll throw in bandoliers and mags for free. Is that all?"
A cutter, and shield for Eric, William, and Cephie, armor for Eric and William, Las-guns for Eric and William, and a prosthesis for Eric. I'm also purchasing a shield for Isela and Emma -- they're really good at preventing assassination attempts. I will also purchase a las-gun for myself-- I think the Demon has the inputs fo--
You pause. "Just one second on that confirmation." You hang up, turning to look around in the dark forest for your armor. Nothing. You rise, straining your ears and your senses --
[14] There's a rough thud in the distance, followed by the sound of something tearing and ripping. You set off at a sprint, slipping the datapad into your pocket. You run into a clearing, only to find the armor hunched over a very large, shaggy, [beast of burden]. The creature's head has been savage ripped off and flung to the side, and the armor is ripping away portions of flesh. It devours these shreds greedily, with heavy chomps.
You pause, taking a step back as it rips a leg free and begins to gnaw on the bone. No doubt it knows you're here, but it doesn't seem to care. Eventually, it stops, rising to rip off another leg with fresh gouts of blood. It tosses it to you, before returning to its meal.