Cleaver gritted his teeth against the bullets, he barely noticed the one fired behind him and even if he had he wouldn't have time to register it with the fire being peppered into hsi chest. He forced himself up despite the pain as holes were ripped into his clothes and blood fell to the ground. He finished standing, just, and began pushing himself forward. By now he could be heard grunting against the pain slowly getting louder as he began picking up speed. The pain was intense, it had been a while since he had been shot at and he had almost forgotten how unpleasant the experience was. Now he really wished that he was incapable of feeling pain. Two of the gunmen with the assault rifles moved back slightly as they began to reload, this gave him the reprieve he needed. He jumped to the left out of the line of fire, and as the bullet fire followed him he pushed himself off onto the opposite wall. Grabbing his scythe he swung it down in a curve catching the rib cage and puncturing a lung of the man with the machine gun. He went down dropping the weapon.

With the silence now he could hear the screams as the weapon fire had made quite a noise. He felt he could hear the sirens in the distance. The respect he had for the police was immense, still trying to do a job despite the state the world was in. Though most of them were crooked and just tools for the mafia anyway. He looked up at the last two gunmen. It was unlikely that he would be able to take out the rest of the building before two much attention was drawn to him now. He may as well take two more out of the picture however. He walked up to them, they had begun to panic when reloading their weapons and as such were struggling. When he drew close they threw their guns down and he simply shook his head, before swiping the scythe round and removing their heads from their shoulders. With that concluded he looked down at his tattered clothes as he attached his scythe back into its holster on his back. He could hear more gunmen in the building and the sirens were getting closer. Running to the nearest fire escape he began climbing it up onto the rooftops. He took a moment to look around as he did so. There had been someone in the alleyway, he could see him now. [i]Poor bugger[/i]. Was all he thought, an innocent bystander who would likely be accused of being the one to cause the damage. Accused of being a mutant and then either killed or taken into custody.

He looked out a the town. From here he could see a cafe and a supermarket. Though more importantly, the edge of town. It was time to move on, with the sounds of sirens he felt he had outstayed his welcome.