[The tension builds, and it still takes far too long for anything to happen. One moment, there's more partying, drunken men falling over themselves, gaggles of women giggling at them, and the next it's carnage.
Four people descend upon the gathering at once, each of them outfitted with rifles and other weaponry. They emerge from the shadows in a single fluid motion, attacking without hesitation and dropping the largest partygoers to their knees in the first surprise attack. It happens within moments- one second, everything is fine, and the next there are bodies on the ground.
The soldier closest to Rhy is a woman, with braided silvery hair tied up in a twisted bun. Her face is stern as she eyes over the chaos, shooting another woman who got too close in her attempt to escape. The rest of the attackers have similar expressions- cold, dispassionate- and one of them looks a little too familiar.
A hand grabs at Rhy's arm from behind him, fingers tight on his wrist.]
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Four people descend upon the gathering at once, each of them outfitted with rifles and other weaponry. They emerge from the shadows in a single fluid motion, attacking without hesitation and dropping the largest partygoers to their knees in the first surprise attack. It happens within moments- one second, everything is fine, and the next there are bodies on the ground.
The soldier closest to Rhy is a woman, with braided silvery hair tied up in a twisted bun. Her face is stern as she eyes over the chaos, shooting another woman who got too close in her attempt to escape. The rest of the attackers have similar expressions- cold, dispassionate- and one of them looks a little too familiar.
A hand grabs at Rhy's arm from behind him, fingers tight on his wrist.]
You don't belong here.