Running from the Pseudogs, Sixclaw felt a sense of elation, like her problems had all faded away into nothingness. Of course, she realized that having a mental breakdown while being chased by carnivorous monstrosities was not ideal, thus she pushed the feeling off to the back of her mind.
A massive mound of trash loomed close to the city. Observing this, Sixclaw made a plan. Jump, then hope to the Hellgates that they can't enter the city. "Jump!" she yelled, looking behind her. "Oh fuck."
"Run!" Yelled Deyna. "Keep running!" The otter was covered in brown blood, making the exposed fur on his chest spiky with the lifeblood of the dead Pseudog. Behind him, Sixclaw was able to see a massive horde of Pseudogs.
As she approached the trash mound, she jumped on a board, which promptly collapsed and she slid down the pile while the rest of the Hitman Team climbed in a blind panic. As she slid, a Pseudog sank its rotten teeth into her lower leg. Through the dull, stabbing pain, she heard One-Eye screeching on the other end of the audio feed.
Sudden awareness overtook her, and she grabbed the knife stuck in her belt, jamming it directly into the beasts dead, bulging eye.
As a roar of pain emanated from the creature, she pulled her leg out from its mouth and quickly scrabbled up the trash heap, sliding down onto the hard concrete on the other side. When the feral cat pulled herself up, her first words were the tried and true, "Oh shit." Sixclaw was staring down the black blade of a jagged knife.
"Welcome to the Utopia, Trash." said the beast holding the blade, a raggedy looking raccoon, dressed in a sack-cloth robe with wide sleeves. "You know who we are. See, this territory belongs to the Scavs." He leaned in closer. "And we just fuckin' love newcomers."
Sixclaw looked to her left to see the rest of the Hitman team in similar situations, blades pointed at them before the Skullians could even draw their weapons. "Alright, so what do you want? Money?"
"No fucking shit, sherlock. Fork it over, valuables, money, anything you got on yeh." said the raccoon holding Sixclaw at knifepoint. A squirrel came up behind him, with a worried look on his face.
"They're coming, we need to get out of here." said the squirrel, speaking directly to the raccoon, who Sixclaw had correctly assumed to be the leader of the robber gang.
"Yeah, just a minute." said the raccoon, turning back to Sixclaw. What he didn't know was that those two seconds that it took to turn around, those two seconds sealed his fate.
Sixclaw bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, allowing the iron-tasting blood to flow freely into her mouth. When the raccoon turned around, she spit a mouthful of blood directly into his face.
Stumbling back with a look of horror on his face, the raccoon wiped the blood from the left side of his face with a shaking paw. This gave Sixclaw an opportunity to draw one of her swords, the whistling of which being drowned out by the all-encompassing abyssal noise emanating from the city. Standing up and stepping behind the raccoon, she put her blade to his throat. "Nobody move a muscle or I'll cut this fucker's throat open and throw him to the fucking pseudogs!"
"Well done." said the staticky voice in her ear. "Now cut his throat."
"What purpose would that serve?" whispered Sixclaw. "Put the knives on the ground and get out of here or he's a deadbeast!" she yelled, pressing the sabre a bit deeper into the gang leaders neck. A crimson bead of blood rolled down the throat of the raccoon, who had begun to hyperventilate.
"Kill him. Kill him! Fucking kill him already!" exclaimed One-Eye.
"Put him down!" yelled the squirrel from before, raising his knife. The yelling from the gangsters, One-Eye, and the hitman team reached a crescendo when two gunshots rang out, and everything fell silent.
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