There's no time to contemplate. Those things are out of control and could hurt more people. Most of the civilians seem to have evacuated, but the Athenians have no idea what they're dealing with. This is far beyond their weight class.
You summon your Blades before approaching the backs of the two goons watching the chaos. They barely have time to turn their heads before they are liberated from their shoulders. With fluid movements, you snatch up the hunting shotgun and Thompson they were each respectively wielding.
There were a lot of unknowns at play. Those freaks seemed to have a variety of powers between them, and they're also being backed up by the other smugglers. Might as well make a move now.
Strengthening the muscle fibers in your legs, you launch yourself upwards from the deck. Leagues into the air, your senses give you the perfect aerial view of the battlegrounds. You aim dead center where they appear to be bunching together, then bring yourself down with all your might.
The ground beneath you shatters. The electric man and meat-face are thrown back. You're unnerved, however, to see them regain their footing so quickly. There's maddened hatred in their eyes (at least, their visible eyes).
Meat-face makes a sound like it's trying to floss with a trout and lets loose a glob of acidic bile from its throat. It's hurtling towards you with surprising speed. Meanwhile, Electro is sprinting towards your left, swinging his sparking pipe like an enthusiastic little-leaguer.
"DON'T LEAVE ME, BABY! I SWEAR I CAN CHANGE FOR GOOD!"
You aim the Thompson in your left hand at the charging lunatic, but only manage to clip the unarmed shoulder. Even with enhanced senses that greatly improved your capability with firearms, these monsters move too quick to get a beat on. At least his blood is red. You find that strangely reassuring.
Your shotgun, however, strikes true. A blast strikes the tumor-headed abomination right in its misshapen mouth. It falls on its back, clawing at what remains of its best tool for eating. Damn if that thing is still alive.
The glob of acid exploded on the surface just as you step out of the way. A few drops singe your flesh. Painful, but easy to heal.
The commotion, unfortunately, has attracted attention. You're the only one putting up a decent fight. The fatso is calling the rest of the crew towards you. The other mutants, the smugglers, and that metal beefcake with the gun. And Electro-Prick is closing in with a blunt instrument with your name on it.
Fuck.
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Status Report
Elaine Sanders: Light burns
Electro Thuggish Splicer: Clipped shoulder, adrenaline rush
Pyro Leadhead Splicer: Alerted
Carrion Splicer: Shotgun blast to head, heavy bleeding, distracted
Grenadier Splicer: Alerted
Spider Splicer: Alterted
Alpha Series: Alerted
(9) Smugglers: Alerted
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