Sorry, what?
Ash shrugs, not really aware of crime scene investigation procedures.
"Yeah, if you want to."
Shame he's not aware of much else either.
Sorry, what?
Ash shrugs, not really aware of crime scene investigation procedures.
"Yeah, if you want to."
Shame he's not aware of much else either.
With a dull crunching sound, Joshua is flung into the car. Blood sprays far enough to land on Ash, who is similarly slammed into the car. Ribs crack and flesh tears against the unyielding car's frame. Behind them, down the street, comes a red motorcycle slowly.
Ash needs to roll Initiative; Ash takes 6L. Please remember Wound Penalties.
Rolls
Ash doesn't have time to react as his lungs are punctured by his splintered rib cage, rapidly filling with blood and drowning the Moros in his own life.
How fucking ironic, he thinks as he slumps against the truck and slides to the concrete. Looking up, he spots the red motorcycle and grimaces. Death was not going to be swift. He wanted to tell Joshua to run but could not as pain filled his body.
Instead, Ash just sat there and waited for the inevitable conclusion to one shitty morning.
Ash's Health boxes are full of Lethal and 2 Agg.
Ash hears Joshua fall to the ground, and dimly sees the Ducati continue to approach before the blackness overwhelms him.
Scene Ends.