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Hand of the King
Lawson growled as bullets slammed into his side as he blocked the mayor from view. He sprang on two of the hunters and shoved them to the ground, and then tore the gun off another to use it against him when another hunter clobbered him over the head with the butt of his gun. Enraged, his eyes stilted as Lawson turned around and plunged his hand straight into the hunters stomach, and twisted. Lawson smirked as his victim gave a satisfying gurgle and dropped. Most of the time his fighting tactics were combined with deadly gore and grace, and the feral part of him enjoyed it. He wiped the blood on his pants and turned to face oncoming attackers to find that there weren't many left.
The hunter's numbers had dwindled as he and his teammates fought on, and most of the civilians had found an exit one way or another. Taking a breath to let his feral rage pass, he moved to aid Aria as she fought. "Need any help?" He smirked at her as he smoothly dispatched another hunter.
The hunter's numbers had dwindled as he and his teammates fought on, and most of the civilians had found an exit one way or another. Taking a breath to let his feral rage pass, he moved to aid Aria as she fought. "Need any help?" He smirked at her as he smoothly dispatched another hunter.