Yep, it's another spl-- another two splicers, entering the room from another direction. First a small haul, then the problem of getting it off the floor, and now this. Welcome to reason #3 why Jack hates saving.
"Get out," he yells, lifting his flaming hand, and the only reason they even get a warning is that he's loath to leave his prize behind to bring the fight to them. Of course, of course, they all soundly ignore him.
The first guy has appeared, hook-weilding and leering, so Jack quickly sets him on fire and turns to concentrate on the other two -- who both disappear, one in a bloody cloud and one in falling ice crystals. Shit.
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"Stop there! You stole that from me!"
Yep, it's another spl-- another two splicers, entering the room from another direction. First a small haul, then the problem of getting it off the floor, and now this. Welcome to reason #3 why Jack hates saving.
"Get out," he yells, lifting his flaming hand, and the only reason they even get a warning is that he's loath to leave his prize behind to bring the fight to them. Of course, of course, they all soundly ignore him.
The first guy has appeared, hook-weilding and leering, so Jack quickly sets him on fire and turns to concentrate on the other two -- who both disappear, one in a bloody cloud and one in falling ice crystals. Shit.