[i][Equipment tally:

Hand gun: 15 rounds
Hand Gun 2: Unknown
Two knives][/i]

32 rose to his feet in a fluid movement. He watched at the primary threat stumbled from the blast of his explosive, then fell to the ground. He was about to reach for a gun to finish her off when a star sharped blade hit and bounced the right side of his goggles, leaving a large crack. 32 reached up and pulled them off, unceremoniously dropping them on the ground. His dark eyes glared at the girl in the robes: hard eyes, inhuman eyes. His attention was diverted when another variant, some sort of mutant creature, landed behind him. 32 pulled both of his handgun and aimed them in either direction: one at the monk girl, one at the monster. He let off three deafening rounds each, not seeming the care in the slightest in the police heard and decided to investigate. This wasn't a covert mission. 32 had a feeling that mutants being plastered on the late night news after a massive alley fight would please Murphy, anyway. 

While shooting, his eyes rolled back onto the target. He re-holstered his guns, the smell of gun power in the air, and pulled out his large, black combat knife. 32 lunged for the target, keeping his arms close as to not lose one. 

[i][Equipment tally:

Hand gun: 12 rounds
Hand Gun 2: Unknown -3
Two knives][/i]