You opened your mouth and let out what you had planned to be a roar, but in fact came out as one of those unearthly deep threatening rumbles that Nemo could make. The cultists turned to face you, leaving one to keep Jackson pinned. You could see him still struggling, the cultist unable to finish the kill with how much he was fighting. That was good, that gave you time. You pulled out your gun and shot at the cultists, doing your best to not get near Jackson but fully willing to kill to protect him.
Shot Accuracy
Roll: 11
You clipped them with your bullets, but didn't secure any kills. That was fine, they were injured and off balance. It gave you room to run in and start hitting them up close. You were quickly reminded that they had these curved cleavers with them that they were swinging around. Thankfully your scales deflected the blades from cutting into you, and you were able to disarm one of the men and throw him back into the one pinning Jackson. That gave room for your friend to draw his own gun and shoot.
The cultist fell back. Jackson had much better aim with a gun than you did, that was for sure. You knocked the next cultist back. "Ready to die?" you growled at them.
The cultists looked at each other silently before falling back, injured and trailing blood, but alive.
You let out a deep breath and turned to Jackson. "You made it." He grinned weakly at you and fell back on the bed.
"It's gonna be alright, I'm getting a doctor," you promised. You rushed to the phone and called reception. "Hello? I need a doctor, room 410, immediately! There's been an attempted murder!"
The receptionist panicked before promising to get right on that. You turned around to Jackson and grabbed the sheets from the bed to help staunch the wound.
"Listen, I'm not going to be of much help to you," Jackson said. He coughed again.
"You don't need to be of help, you're my friend," you told him.
He grinned and shook his head. "Not-not what I meant. There's-it's bigger than I thought. Larkin," Jackson coughed again. "Larkin was an offshoot. There's more of them."
"More of the fat vampires?" You grimaced.
"More cultists," Jackson corrected. "Check my notes."
Paramedics arrived then. They rushed over and began to look over Jackson. He looked at you gravely. "Be careful! Don't tell anyone!" He was carted away, leaving you standing in the bloody room with police.
An investigator stepped over to you. "Can you tell me what happened here?"
"I-I don't actually know. Jackson called me to meet and talk with him, he said it was important. When I arrived there were three men in the room trying to kill him." You gestured wildly and pointed to the trail of blood leading out of the balcony. "They ran when I interrupted them and helped Jackson fight back."
The investigator nodded. "Any idea why your friend was targeted?"
[ ]Tell the investigator what Jackson said
[ ]Say no, keep quiet
[ ]Write-in
