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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ejja_1" data-source="post: 1618480" data-attributes="member: 7880">Tony lay on the floor in pain, clutching at his calf to try and slow the blood flow. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned to see two large spiders scuttling towards him with fangs dripping saliva.He drew the VP70z and fired a small burst at them, they were both turned into yellow gobs of puss in an instant. Tony winced at the recoil from his gun, the wound on his calf was bleeding badly.The world swam as he tried to stand up, but his will was stronger and he used the window sill next to him to pull himself up. He was standing now, but everything seemed doubled.Across the room a battle raged, as blades flashed violently to and fro. The men were not fairing well against Zelaknia's glowing steel and superfast reflexes. There had been a dozen to begin with, but now only three stood against his arcane might.The one man in front kept up with a determined assault, bringing his machete to bear time and time again. The metal on his blade however was beginning to show wear from clashing against the sorcerous blade of the Drow warrior.The other two men were circling to his sides in hopes of flanking him, but the drow seemed to be one step ahead of them every time. The man on his right was disemboweled with a stroke from his sword, and the one on the left was knocked flat with a sweeping kick. Before the man could regain his feet, three large spiders had ripped his head from his shoulders. They rolled it on the floor between them, playing with it like a toy.The last man standing brought his machete up in an overhead block, hoping to deflect the dark blade once more. The ruinous steele bit into the machete, cleaving it and the man beneath it in twain.Zelaknia shouted his joy and turned to address Tony, but all he found was a blood trail going out the window. The Drows cheers turned to curses, as he sheathed his sword and took the rifle from his back.The assault rifle he had pilfered from the swat van, was sleek and black with a top mounted scope. It had words printed on the side that he could not decipher, but no matter it operated much the same way as the AK47 he had trained with.He moved to the window, and began searching for his prey. The human target could not have gotten very far, Zelaknia reasoned with himself.He would reacquire him again shortly, and then the fun could begin.Tony limped from cover to cover, until he was a good ways from the building. He then ripped his shirt into pieces and made a makeshift tourniquet, tightening it until he couldn’t take it anymore.His vision swam as the blood loss began to effect him, he shivered as he began to feel the chill hand of death grasp him.Getting up from his hiding spot, he limped across the way to the next set of crates. Wood splintered above his head as a bullet hit the crate, Tony hit the deck hard and began to slip into unconsciousness.His last memory before blacking out was the flash of red and blue lights in the distance…..Randy stood on the bow of the police interceptor, the bandages on his ribs were tight and he ached from the beating he had taken. His right eye had swollen up, and he would need some dental work.The shoreline was visible now and he could see the outlines of the wharf buildings, he brought a pair of binoculars up to his eyes and spotted Tony’s prone form on the dock.“ Dispatch this is officer #5278, need assistance at the north beach marina. Send medics and backup ASAP.”His radio crackled and sqwuaked.“ Ten Four 78, meds and backup inbound.”Randy glanced back at the men that he had recruited, they were what was left of the tactical squad.He hadn’t had to argue with them, they wanted some payback for their brothers.In another 30 seconds he would be on shore, his ribs ached in anticipation.</blockquote>

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