Snippet #2758609

An unworldly screech shook the street as Rayan's last client felt the full force of their medicine. Well, so much for that extortion.

"You know how to take care of that?" Rayan's hand was already fixed on his blade. He knew exactly where to take one of them down in half a second: it was Half his job around here. The other half was purely medicinal, if you could call it that. The screech came again, a burly man chased into the street by it red in the face.

"YOU," He roared, pointing with all the blame left on Terra at Rayan...or where Rayan once was. Well, there especially went that con. Rayan had relocated to the little hangover on the porch of the building he had been leaning against. He was out of reach of the burly man for the most part, who had taken to swiping at Rayan like a bear at fish in the air.

"The rock sickness musta-"
"MUSTA BULLSHIT," The burly man grabbed a post and started shaking. The roof wouldn't hold long. Rayan flashed a grin and a middle finger at Mugen and disappeared over the roof. There was a faint clatter as the phial slipped from his coat and onto the ground.