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[ Three of them. That's how many townspeople lay at Leroy's feet quite obviously dead.
Maybe he was just too used to things back home--it hard started off as what they had probably thought would be a simple mugging. Tensions between residents and the people in town obviously wasn't the best (especially since the other worlders kept killing them) so he couldn't say he was surprised when two of them had tried to stop him on his way into a bar. They were annoying at best but dealing with them, he'd thought, would at least keep trouble away from other people.
Except it didn't work that way. It was easy to ignore their prodding and jeering; easy to be entirely un-intimidated by them. Even easier to shove one back several feet without much effort. Unfortunately this didn't sit well with the would-be muggers and what should have been a simple "kick their asses" routine changed entirely the moment one of them caught him in the side with a knife.
What followed next was entirely reactive; a face crushed in by his boot, another's arm broken. The last one took a bullet to the chest.
And while Leroy healed from injuries--they didn't.
So as he tries to calm down his demonic aura he stares down at the mess he's caused with a subtle feeling of "....Shit." He needs to leave. ]
[ ooc; OPEN...? Players that can sense demons will be able to tell there was a burst of energy in the Arts District, in a back alley. Anyone else will have been able to hear a single gunshot. Feel free to run into him in the alley itself or trying to make his way from the scene. NOT HARD TO SPOT HIM, ONE SIDE OF HIS BODY IS COVERED IN BLOOD AND THE REST IS ON HIS BOOTS. ]
Maybe he was just too used to things back home--it hard started off as what they had probably thought would be a simple mugging. Tensions between residents and the people in town obviously wasn't the best (especially since the other worlders kept killing them) so he couldn't say he was surprised when two of them had tried to stop him on his way into a bar. They were annoying at best but dealing with them, he'd thought, would at least keep trouble away from other people.
Except it didn't work that way. It was easy to ignore their prodding and jeering; easy to be entirely un-intimidated by them. Even easier to shove one back several feet without much effort. Unfortunately this didn't sit well with the would-be muggers and what should have been a simple "kick their asses" routine changed entirely the moment one of them caught him in the side with a knife.
What followed next was entirely reactive; a face crushed in by his boot, another's arm broken. The last one took a bullet to the chest.
And while Leroy healed from injuries--they didn't.
So as he tries to calm down his demonic aura he stares down at the mess he's caused with a subtle feeling of "....Shit." He needs to leave. ]
[ ooc; OPEN...? Players that can sense demons will be able to tell there was a burst of energy in the Arts District, in a back alley. Anyone else will have been able to hear a single gunshot. Feel free to run into him in the alley itself or trying to make his way from the scene. NOT HARD TO SPOT HIM, ONE SIDE OF HIS BODY IS COVERED IN BLOOD AND THE REST IS ON HIS BOOTS. ]