You slowly make your way back to your feet. Your arm and chest feel like shit. And you aren't looking forward to fixing your armor. When you start moving, the pain shoots up through your entire body. All you can do is grit your teeth and try to fight through the pain. But you manage to do it, and you're back on your feet.
But in the meantime, the surviving criminals have been detained. The criminals aren't saying anything. The woman who went for the case is looking up defiantly while the man looks much more sullen, refusing to meet anyone's eye. Closer to the squad cars, you see the female officer that's still up is trying to perform first aid on her fallen comrade, but she's looking worse by the second. Before you can decide whether or not you're going to leave, a light shines on you, this one coming from the male officer's flashlight. You're almost blinded by the light, you can barely see anything.
"Hey, you alright?" The male officer says. He sounds... concerned with for you, but you can't see his face anything past the bright light coming from his flashlight. "You look like hell"
[] "Yeah, I'll be fine. I just need to walk it off"
- [] Do your best to sound like a man.
[] "Damn right things would've gone worse"
[] "It's ow... nothing"
- [] Do your best to sound like a man.
[] "I've been through worse. The only thing that I injured was my pride. And my ribs."
- [] Do your best to sound like a man.
[] "Uh... no habla ingles. Ek het geen idee wat aangaan nie. Ik wil een dutje doen."
- [] Do your best to sound like a man.
[] "Uh... yeah. I'm one of the new Heroes. Just started yesterday" Roll Charisma
- [] Do your best to sound like a man.
[] Don't say anything.
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