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One of the five guards notices you and points his mangled tendril of an arm at you. "Ey, buddy, fuck off. We don't need-" BANG! Clover drew his gun before the guard even had time to process what happened. A hole is punctured right into the guard's head like a knife through butter.
He collapses to his knees but you immediately notice that he's not dead. Dazed and bleeding like crazy, absolutely, but a headshot should've killed him. "B-Bhe.Beh.EBh." He gibbers out, slowly stumbling back to his legs.
The rest of you step back in shock. Even the other guards were confused as to how their friend survived. Were they not told how the PARADIGM works? "What the hell-"
The tendril hanging off the lobotomized guard begins to rapidly expand in mass before shooting out at Clover! He easily dodges it due to how sloppy its arm was but it was close.
The other guards, realizing they have that ability too, all spring into action. The remaining four raise their arms up, aiming them at the group!
"Shit! Duck!" You grab onto Max's arm. The two of you dive to the ground hard right before four more tendrils shoot out, missing you by only a few inches. The tendrils imbed HARD into the concrete road your group is on...hard enough to get stuck.
The brain damaged guard's tendril refuses to unstick from the ground. He's no longer a threat.
The non-brain damaged guards manage to unstick their tendrils from the concrete but it's enough time for your group to unload onto them. Clover fires a lucky shot on a guard's knee, shattering the bone and sending the poor fucker falling to the ground.
Max regains her composure and lines up her sight at the third guard. Not trusting her aim, she unloads two center mass shots right into his chest. Two seeping red trails run down the guard's chest but it wasn't enough to put him down. He tries to charge at her but Max quickly splatters slick oil onto the ground right in front of him.
That's enough to send him crashing to the floor. The pain of face eating concrete after being shot twice is enough to keep him out of commission.
Two guards remain. They're clearly ready to get the fuck out of here. One scrambles to open the entrance while the other tries another potshot tendril shot at you. You decide to eat the hit so you have a steady line of fire: you got enough FLESH to spare.
You unload two shots from your GLOCK 38 right as the tendril smashes right into it. You're sent stumbling back pretty far away but your bodysuit blocked the worst of it.
>-1 (reduced from 2) FLESH! 7/8 LEFT!
He's still standing but one last shot from your GLOCK 38, hitting his center mass again, is enough to put him out of commission. He collapses to the ground like the other two.
The fifth guard...decides his life isn't worth it. He makes a break for it, scrambling away from his four dead or dying comrades, but he quickly gets his face pummeled by an unseen figure's fist. He smashes HARD into the ground, not at all expecting an attack.
