Warehouse...
The warehouse looked like a a scorched battle ground. Dead bodies laid everywhere from the combined attacks of the overhead snipers, the flanking Cyrus, Corgan and Tomblyn, and the headlong attack by Ace and Scrabbler. Most of the enemy thugs were routed and running with their tails between their legs. The few that remained watched as their Kodian leader was cut down. Then The next was Tyrone, the Half ID-SOL who had been caught off guard by Corgan's grenade. The Lorath, Garza, hissed "I am going to make you pay for that you welps."
Clay turned Ace's hold and flipped the man onto his back and began squeezing the life out of him. "Shouldn't have tried taking on a martial arts expert all on your own..." He said camly, as if speaking to a student. "Your form was sloppy..." He said as he continued to hold him in a strangle hold.
Cyrus dashed out of cover and drew his revolvers. He fired a shot that wizzed so close to Clay's cheek that it nicked his perfect skin. "I will give you two a choice. Surrender now. Your men are dead or running. We have destroyed you defenses, If you don't drop your weapons, we will put you down. Your choice Garza." He said a revolver leveled at each of their heads. Clay looked to Garza and Garza looked back. They nodded to each other and looked to Cyrus. "You are going to have to kill us." Garza said as they turned their weapons on Cyrus and fired.
Cyrus dove for cover, but wasn't fast enough and took a bullet to his arm. He tried to bend his metal arm, only to find that she had buried the bullet deep in the arm. It wouldn't respond to any of Cyrus's commands. He cursed and began firing back with his one good arm. "Finish these fuckers off!" He called as he laid more suppressive fire.