“He’s a suspect in a murder. We’ll question him, then consider this… ‘asylum.’”
He looked towards Nikolas. “Why do you need asylum from the Masks?”
Nikolas looked down. “Because I… I killed Crimson.”
@Spark of Hope
Nikolas looked at the soldier, hands in his pockets. “I just asylum, please. The Masks are after me, and I would rather not die.”
A small cylinder rolled between their feet, hissing and emitting a smal stream of smoke.
The soldier threw himself over it, shouting. “Grenade!”
There was a pop, and a wave of energy. The soldier’s body went limp and caught flame, heavy cloths of his winter outfit a suitable fuel for the incendiary.
Three masked figures with rifles entered through a broken window, shedding snow onto the ground. They each threw another grenade, one at the tables, one at the bar, and one at the densest part of the crowd.
@Mystic Syn
@CoderDrag0n8
@Kansas Stormcursed
@Born of Mist
@Honors ghost