Amongst all the commotion Clay was momentarily distracted as a familiar face re-entered the tavern. Evelyn. He quickly snapped to when bullets began flying. After that things quickly started making sense and falling into place. A faint smile grew on his lips as the whirling of the droids gun began.
Unarmed he remained out of the gun fight. Quickly, calmly and with an authoritive voice he ushered and aided the few bystanding patrons through the kitchen and out the back door. One particularly elderly man, fragile and slow, Clay carried in his arms. A regular visitor Clay had come to know quite well and even grew fond of as they shared banter back and forth.
A sudden cursed cry of a woman’s voice rung out, followed by the deafening throttle of a mini gun tearing up the tavern. Clay was suddenly torn in which direction to go. Before he could make a decision the ground began to rumble.
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Meanwhile inside.
An eerie silence took a hold of the tavern. The four bleeding corpses lay lifeless and unthreatening.
Suddenly the sound of glass shattering breaks the silence. It’s instantly followed by the descending bouncing of a small metal canister scattering across the wooden floor. It comes to a quick abrupt end and with a short mechanical wirl the strange device anchors itself to the floor.
This occurs in heavy rapid succession in various places all throughout the tavern.
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Clay appears from the kitchen behind the bar, blood splatter covering his chest and face, a hollow look in his eyes, he is about to speak but then... he suddenly vanishes from sight, consumed by the oncoming chaos.
The tavern suddenly erupted in a violent sensory onslaught of maddening chaos! A deafening loud whooping sound terrorises the ears and robs everyone of any communication. A high pitched buzz pieces the brain giving an instant interfering headache. Sight is stolen by a viscous blinding strobe light and the entire floor is quickly clouded in a thick itching, chocking tear gas.
Unarmed he remained out of the gun fight. Quickly, calmly and with an authoritive voice he ushered and aided the few bystanding patrons through the kitchen and out the back door. One particularly elderly man, fragile and slow, Clay carried in his arms. A regular visitor Clay had come to know quite well and even grew fond of as they shared banter back and forth.
A sudden cursed cry of a woman’s voice rung out, followed by the deafening throttle of a mini gun tearing up the tavern. Clay was suddenly torn in which direction to go. Before he could make a decision the ground began to rumble.
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Meanwhile inside.
An eerie silence took a hold of the tavern. The four bleeding corpses lay lifeless and unthreatening.
Suddenly the sound of glass shattering breaks the silence. It’s instantly followed by the descending bouncing of a small metal canister scattering across the wooden floor. It comes to a quick abrupt end and with a short mechanical wirl the strange device anchors itself to the floor.
This occurs in heavy rapid succession in various places all throughout the tavern.
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Clay appears from the kitchen behind the bar, blood splatter covering his chest and face, a hollow look in his eyes, he is about to speak but then... he suddenly vanishes from sight, consumed by the oncoming chaos.
The tavern suddenly erupted in a violent sensory onslaught of maddening chaos! A deafening loud whooping sound terrorises the ears and robs everyone of any communication. A high pitched buzz pieces the brain giving an instant interfering headache. Sight is stolen by a viscous blinding strobe light and the entire floor is quickly clouded in a thick itching, chocking tear gas.