"I said, nobody moves!"
Finally, they hear me. The lot of them mutter and murmur under the screams of their comrades, their eyes full of confusion at what they see.
Me, with a blaster to their Lieutenant's head.
"He's got Spikes."
"Is that Kneecapper?"
"Kneecapper? What the fuck do we have to do with the Kneecapper?"
Pinching the bridge of my nose I groan, "Ugh, it's Timecapper for fucks sake god damn it!"
That silences them. Much of the screams are no more, the dead...dead and the living held hostage.
By my count there are still fifteen of them left over, a majority of them coming from the other stairs.
Speaking of stairs. I look back to the stairs I'd come down on, the one that held the frozen dozen long enough to be completely vulnerable to Fawns over the top attack.
Who am I kidding? That was cool as fuck.
I save my admiration for her moves later and call out to her instead, "Fawn! You alright?"