MURDERER C(?) is nearly close enough to Clover to slice his neck to tatters. Clover doesn't move until the MURDERER is right in front of him.
<span class="mu-s">BANG.</span>
A perfect, clean shot to the head.
The anti-anomaly round immediately causes green and purple cracks to form across the MURDERER's body until every inch of his surface is caked in them. His body crumbles into dust and smog mere seconds after the bullet pierced his skull.
Now there's only one MURDERER. He stumbles to a stop, his knife mere inches away from a scared Casey. A gunshot wound in his chest is leaking out a fresh stream of red blood. The one who actually felt pain from being shot. He suddenly realizes that he's outnumbered 8 to 1.
He immediately turns around, ready to fucking bolt it from there. "Feh. I'm not giving you the-" Audie immediately leaps in, stabbing the tip of his blade into the MURDERER's leg. The MURDERER rips his foot free, ready to flee despite his new handicap, yet...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdZJ4a6k56g - WENDY
[HUNTER OF THE CITY + SABLE ACTIVE] A wild, damn near savage Wendy launches towards him before he has any chance to leave. The two are sent to the floor in a violent, bloody struggle. He tries to kick her off but his injury plus the sheer unyielding RAGE Wendy is putting behind her attack is making that impossible.
>+2 FLESH AND VIOLENCE TO WENDY UNTIL FIGHT ENDS!Wendy cries out in agony as the hunting knife is impaled into her gut but she doesn't get off. A torrent of blood pours out of her gut and onto the MURDERER. If he pushed a bit harder, he might've disemboweled her then and there.
>-1 FLESH (REDUCED FROM 3) TO WENDY! FLESH IS NOW 5/6! SEVERE BLEEDING INFLICTED! -1 CHARGE OFF DRIFTWOOD IDOL, 1 LEFT THIS MISSION!"DIE! DIE! FUCKING DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!" Wendy raises her baton before smashing it down hard onto the MURDERER'S head. Blood and teeth are sent flying across the hallway from the sheer force of the impact. Your other allies can only watch on in shock and awe as Wendy keeps smashing her baton into the prone MURDERER's face over. And over. And over again.
DREARY NIGHT MURDERER's hands quickly wrap around her throat. He squeezes HARD, causing Wendy to hack and wheeze in a desperate attempt to catch her breath. Despite this, she keeps swinging her baton down onto the MURDERER's head. Even as her face begins to turn purple from a lack of oxygen, she keeps. On. Swinging.
>-1 FLESH! 4/6 LEFT!>-1 FLESH! 3/6 LEFT!His hands eventually let go, falling onto his sides. Only then does Wendy stumble back to her feet. Her brown dress is torn to shreds from the knife slicing into her stomach, exposing her sliced to bits stomach and the bruises underneath. Her neck has a ring of bruises that are quickly turning purple. Blood and gore is dripping down her dress and face, mixing with the already dirty water below. Her baton is slick with viscera and brain matter.
And she's smiling. Your MAKESHIFT POCKETWATCH goes off.
