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Mark turned his head and noticed Trau in trouble but before he could move another cybrog had noticed him. Mark jumped behind a different table and left off a few rounds at the cyborg.

"Hey try to stay alive a little longer would ya? I'll try to get over there when I can" he shouted towards Trau. Mark then drew out his vibro dagger, leapt over the table and charged the Cyborg he had shot at earlier. If he could get past this guy he could help Trau, if Trau needed it.

Mark ran at the cyborg in his path, and clicked on his vibro dagger. He then dove at the borg and repeatedly stab and slashed at it while trying to doges it's retractable claws. Then the claws and the dagger met and Mark lost grip of his dagger and it skid across the floor. So Mark did what anyone in this predicament would do He pulled out the pistol again and let off the last 3 rounds at the Cyborg, two in the head and one in the heart.

Out of ammo and still waiting for Leocadia to Comm him back He chucked the pistol to the side dove into a roll grabbed his dagger and made a sprint for the bar. "Hopefully one of those bastards hasn't tried to use my minigun" he thought to himself while weaving and doging from table to table with just a vibro knife.

~Leadstorm pulled with all he had an thecyborg's arm, hoping to hear something pop. He kept pulling as his head met with the glass and the sprinkles of mirror rained down on his head and the cyborg's hand. He kepyt pulling as the shards cyt ito his skin, as the blood ran down his face. He pulled because it was keeping him consious. He focused on his mechanical side. his eye, his ear, his arm... all the circuts, wires, and hydraulics.... the add-ons... the phone, the wolvers....

'The wolvers' His mind flashed as he neared unconsiousness. He let go with his cybernetic arm, drew it back, and drove his fist into the cyborg's wrist, extending the wolvers as he made contact, tearing apart wires, servos, tubes, lessening the hand's grip until he could breathe again. He twisted the blades, digging in further and causing more damage. he finally heard two snaps and the hand went limp. He pilled his hand back to strike again, still armbarring the cyborg with his legs and 'fleshy' arm. his face free of the grip, he could see what he was doing. he slashed at the cyborg's throat, his chest, his stomach. Anything that looked vulnerable. He let his hold loose and stopped swinging as the cyborg fell to the ground, with only the occasional twitch as signs of movement.

Only then did he notice the piece of steel protruding from the hand that had been holding him, and the missing wolver blade on his own hand. "You son of a b***h!" He exclaimed, driving his steel toed boot tread into the face of the cyborg. "Who the hell am I going to get to fix this on my budget?!" Another stomp. "Who the hell is going to pay for the damage to my ear and eye?!" the toe of his boot sunk into the soft flesh of an esophagus. "And who the hell is going to reimburse me for my Ammo!?!" He continued kicking the lifeless shell and screaming at it, lost in his own world of anger and frustration.~

~Leadstorm stopped stomping at hearing Trau's comment, like he had been pulled from a trance.
He looked back, and responded "YEah, you should deffinately always come to these parties with at least a few spare clips..." He looked down at his boot as he took a step, then turned and kicked the cyborg corpse again. "And now, thanks to you you b*****d, I need a new pair of Boots!" He then walked over to the other side of the bar and sat on one of the remaining stools. "Check, please" he said to a bartender that had long since ran out to escape the mayhem~

Asher had run out the door as fast as she could with the burden on her back, slamming open the door and busting out into the street. The street was oddly deserted; news seemed to have spread of the disturbance, and civilians had fled the area. Asher thought she could perhaps see people lurking in the shadows, watching, as if waiting for something.

Suppressing a shudder, she hiked the girl a little higher on her back and made her way down the side of the street as fast as she could. The more distance she could put between this part of town and herself, the better. The eyes of the shadows behind her were burning into her back.

'go go go go ugh, girl, you are *heavy* here we go gotta get out of here here we go almost there almost there almost there...'

It was several more blocks before Asher felt safe enough to slow down, although it was exhaustion more than anything that finally forced her into a side alley. Asher collapsed to her knees, letting the girl slip down beside her. She was panting heavily, sweat dripping down her back. Despite her best efforts, she was still fighting down waves of nausea. Several minutes passed as she tried to catch her breath.

Finally, when she was fairly sure her heart wasn't going to beat its way out of her chest, and that she wouldn't lose her lunch in the nearby dumpster, she sat down, back against the wall, looking to the sky as if it might have the answers. The alley was almost completely pitch black; the only light was the soft glare of a few nearby LCD screen advertisements.

'What the damn hell am I going to do with you?' she asked aloud, wryly, at the unconscious teenager. Her mind was beginning to function again in something that resembled logic. She mentally switched on her subdermal comm, and thought out Simone's number. 'You better pick up, after putting me through this night..' she muttered, listening to the tiny ring in her ear.

Six or seven rings later, Asher disconnected the call, and sat back. Worry nibbled at her; it wasn't like Simone to ignore her calls. 'God, I hope she's alright...' She glanced over at the sprawled figure beside her, which still had not moved an inch. Blood was seeping through her clothes, she was pale as a sheet. 'God, I've got to get you to a hospital...'


((Continued in the central city thread... I guess? Eseen?))

"You don't pay me enough for this crap!" Dom replies to Calder and his new task. Regardless of his protest, he still looks for Mark and some people that might like a joy ride in a new S.A.A.S.

"Hey! Any of you guys want to join a hunt for that crazy cyborg girl? We get to take those CENTAURS over their!" He yells at the survivors. "Lots of creds too!" He bluffs, doubting that those with little enough sense to join him would survive long enough to get paid. The Heli seemed to be heading twards Spire . . . this night is just beginning it seems.

"Where were you guys, I called for a S.A.A.S an hour or so ago!" Mark answered angerdly over the comm as he picked up his minigun and proceeded to scan what was left of the club.

"The Club is a wreck now, there are many cyborg corpses on the ground, not to mention several broken walls, numerous busted tables, and bullet holes wherever you look." he continued over the comm, in a calmer tone.

He proceeded to move towards the security check room " and Calder, if you need any armaments for the S.A.A.S units I can check what I have in stock for you." He stated over the comm as he reached the Security room.