Contamination

[Nishjin]

"It won't matter as long as I kill him first."

[sha-draw]

"Ow!" The dent hit him in the crown of his head, and he held it up high, to look up at it, hands under the edges. "Hey that hurt!" He yelled, his tail snaking to his other inside coat pocket. "Oh not just him, all of you! I need to..."

[Nishjin]

"No shit it hurt, I'm trying to kill you asshole!"
Nishjin sees his opportunity and manages to shoot him in the shoulder.

[Farewell]

The monster just stayed down and continued watched the odd fight go on. Keeping her distance and hidden from the others down the street. 'Maybe, if I'm lucky enough they'll kill each other.' she chuckled coldly under her mask from the thought.

[sha-draw]

He yelps and buckles, now on one knee. "You at least don't have to be so rude though! I tries being nice, but you decided to be a dick!" He growls then whimpers. "My shoulder..." He holds the shield up with one paw and uses the other to cover the wound.

[David Le Fox]

"Fine then, why do you, an individual want to kill us, a group of 5?"

[Nishjin]

"Leave and you won't die! I might even give you a Band-Aid..."
Giving the gun back to Connor, he laughs and adds, "I might not though."

[David Le Fox]

*Connor reaches into the bag and grabs a full mag and loads it into the gun* "I really should stop using this, it's pretty much antique at this point" *Connor cocks the slide back on the pistol* "So what's the plan now?"

[sha-draw]

"I told you! I need to! Leaving NOW would mean death anyway!" He shouts, his voice becoming more upset. He continued to look up, almost as if he was looking through the shield and directly at nishjin with a pleading look.

[Nishjin]

"We wait him out. It'll take a while for him to get through the door, and if he does, your explosive should go off. AND if all else fails, he'll lose plenty of blood."
Nishjin yawns and stretches a bit and yells down, "There's plenty of people out there going to die, you're just one more!"

[David Le Fox]

*Connor looks down at the man* "You in dept or something? You being held against your will?"

[sha-draw]

He sits there for a while waiting for a response. "What, not going to finish me off?" He lowers the shied a tiny bit to look at the second floor. He sighs, and looks weary. "I guess I've no choice to tell you..."

[Nishjin]

"That'd be nice, unless you want to bleed out."

[David Le Fox]

"No, you don't have a choice"

[sha-draw]

He growls and drops the shield, looking up, still covering his wound with his paw. Its not red, like it should be around the wound. Its shiny black. "Alright. I need your bodily fluids... They keep me alive. And I cannot extract them without machinery without killing you." He sighs. "And you kind of also took the last of my rations."