Street Fights (Closed)
==> That job was much harder than you had expected. It went from a single target, to half a gang. You had of course gotten the job done. but now your old rifle was bent from a fight and even your usual repair guy couldn’t fix it! Plus you had used way more ammo than you had anticipated. You almost ran out.
“Guess I gotta go with my daggers on this next job”
==> You’re mumbling to yourself, even pouting as you walk down an ally, staying away from the main road while you count ammo. You didn’t care to be spotted by police while covered in Tyrian blood after all.
==> Hearing the sounds of a fight up ahead you stop where you walk, puling your scarf over your nose and putting your ammo away while trotting over to the sounds. It wasn’t the usual sirens so you were admittedly curious on what was going on. Though you were only half surprised to find a street fight going on.
“Well now. How odd for this area.”










