The feline held his breath while he looked for the descending figure, slowly starting to stand as he got a better view of them. Within seconds, her heard the voice of the peacekeeper and widened his eyes. Making no attempt to raise his rifle, the Tabaxi cleared his throat and replied.
“Oh, hello. I’m a plumber recently hired to look into a blockage down here. No worries though, I seemed to have found the issue; I’m looking at a steaming pile of garbage right now.”
As if to further agitate the peacekeeper, he raised his middle finger and smiled beneath his face wrap. At this point, the feline had faith that his comrade was thinking about a plan, or had left him. His thoughts were answered as soon as he felt a sudden pull on his vest, and saw the ground vanish beneath him. Without asking any questions, the Tabaxi swiftly lit and dropped his last Molotov, as well as his final shaped charge down into the hole beach him. Laughing as the chaos began to ensue, his joy turned to pain for a brief moment upon smacking into the concrete. Groaning slightly, he clumsily staggered to his feet and held tight to his weapon, sprinting after the feline as fast as his legs could take him.