Snippet #1667405

(Exuro, Day 7)

"Somehow, I figured you survived. It's never that easy with Tested. Alright, just hold still and I'll take care of your death request for ya-"

Exuro paused in mid-sentence after reaching for the Riot Shotgun usually tucked away inside his coat and coming up with nothing. It took a moment after Larya spoke for him to realize that his entire walking armory was gone. At the same time, Fellmund's razor cards came swooping around, but given Fellmund's sudden reaction and the warning by the now-visible Flare, he had a few moments to prepare. The mercenary dove to the ground, rolling to avoid getting his legs completely torn to shreds by the card storm.

Shit.

[Sneak 50] "You know, Tayl, I understand that this is just business and all, but think for a moment at who you're working for. I would have easily doubled whatever that bastard was offering you. Anyways, I should probably end this as quickly as possible before your friend shows up."

In the blink of an eye, Exuro had reached down into the depths of his Combat Armor leggings, producing a .45 pistol from a place that could be assumed to be unpleasant. Taking aim at Spark and Larya, he was only able to fire a couple of shots before being blinded by the influence of Shan. He proceeded to empty the rest of the rest of the clip in the direction that he was originally aiming, though he ceased and attempted to run for cover once he was out. Of course, he ended up running face-first into once of those damn inconveniently-placed, palm trees, after which he quickly felt his way around to the side of it.

"...Oh, you dirty little fucks. I should have expected this!"