Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215223926/@comment-1734134-20170110230659

You beat down starving men and women as you work your way through the crowd. The surprise has given you an advantage, and only a few realise what your doing before they have their teeth knocked out. You manage to almost split the group, trampled guards and beggars lying in the space you create between the two brawling mobs.

The ragged man dashes towards the door - but something swoops beneath him. He lets out a cry as the skull latches onto his ankle, dragging him to the ground for a moment. He's left struggling with it, drawing a bottle of black fluid from his belt and a lighter. With the cocktail burning, he holds it over his head and aims it at himself and the servo skull.