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“Oof- Oh my! I'm sorry, Sir!”
<span class="mu-g">”You're GONNA be sorry!”</span>
Reaching into his bag, the massive man with his oversized goons flanking him draws a sword from his bag- a replica of some kind, but still sharp as any piece of metal can be. He stabs it in the fallen man's hand, laughing in cruel sadistic delight as he wrenches in pain.
“OooWWW! Ow- Please! No more! I beg you-!”
The Viking's name comes from his Nordic heritage- which is something he is very proud of. It's unusual to know one's own national or ethnic history in the city- most people have blended together and are just people, city-goers, for multiple generations now. But with the runes he wears, long blond hair, and great size- it is undoubtable he is proud and arrogant as his status as top dog of Level 5.
And there you are... doing nothing. But what can you do? You don't have your mask, your weapons, and you're hopelessly outmatched. You have to walk away from the situation. Though you are angry at the callous hatred and domination that that beast of a man inflicted upon that random bystander... what could you actually do? The Viking is huge. He's way bigger then you- both in height and mass. You're like a kid compared to him. Regardless of your training or how prepared you feel- you may have to some day admit you just won't be able to overcome a physical difference that great...
While still feeling helpless from the situation you just witnessed, you meet Cheryl at the checkpoint. At least she's cheery. Though you can't help but notice she looks a little tired.
<span class="mu-r">”How goes it on your level?”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”It's alright... crime families giving us a lot of trouble. Really hard to make a case against anyone in particular- so much red tape. How about yours?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”Alright. Though I can't say I've been dismantling any criminal organizations.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”But you're actually helping people. That should be enough...”</span>
Cheryl and yourself walk around Level 5 for a while, talking, and reminiscing. She's only been gone for a few months- but for her she still felt a little homesick. She shows you some of her favorite places- a few tucked away nooks and crannies- and one little spot on an overpass that shows the wasteland outside the city with a great view. You lean on the bars and look out. You can't feel the wind on your face- but it's still a nice vista.
<span class="mu-b">”....The murder investigation isn't going well.”</span>
