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>DC: 12
>RESULT: 13
>NEAR PASS!
You've just gone as the beam passes by and lands square on the unearthed (decorpsed?) Sanitech. The Gray team must have made their way over while you were so caught up in your chop-chop-chopping.
You wait, laying as quiet and still as the dead around you, <span class="mu-i">all that remains of more than a decade of monstrous medical experiments.</span>
A Gray spearman walks forward and looks directly at the Sweeper, using the flashlight to examine the corpse with utmost care. He nods to the others and they apparently "converse" by staring at each other quietly. After about a minute, he takes up his spear and pokes the Sweeper right in the exposed eye. *squish*
You lunge forward and grab him before he can take it out. The flashlight falls. The other two can't react fast enough to save their friend.
[CRUELTY] It would be easy to snap his neck, but you opt to do things more *personally* in the chaos of light and dark. Your first hands find his neck and crush down with terrible force until the flesh is pulped to the spine. Your second hands take up the perfumed knife with care and gut him alive like a fucking cave pig.
The two buddies try to circle around and lash out with their spear and toolbox, but you throw the mangled body at them, knocking one down with the mass and entangling the other with the gore. You surge forward and begin administering the death blows. Spearman finds his throat cut in an instant then all the way around into a beheading. You snatch the toolbox, find the other in a frantic struggle, break his head open sideways, feel his lungs spasm beneath you, one two three four -
Movement. Heard from behind.
The last one. He has a knife in his hands but he drops it as you whirl around to greet him.
Instead he raises his head, staring right ahead into the deeper tunnels, takes a deep breath as if to speak -
And you run him through the neck with the Street Sweeper's harpoon before he can utter a breathless word. He convulses <span class="mu-b">violently</span>, arms robotically reaching up as if to strike, but they clasp together in some semblance of... prayer?
Futile...
You stab all four with your harpoon just to make sure they won't try anything funny. It feels a bit more familiar to wield it...
>You gain insight into your weapon...
>Street Sweeper Harpoon
>+1d4 against ABYSSAL and ANOMALOUS opponents (reduced effectiveness in your claws)
- To be driven into the hearts of beasts and men alike. Used by the Health and Sanitation patrollers of the Urban Layer, and thus lacks the chamber for the explosive charges used at deeper levels.
You step over the new bodies added to the pile and finish dragging out the one you need. Claws jittering from the adrenaline rush, you barely manage to hold the navigation device steady as you extract two more.
