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[b][u]Several minutes after escaping the cell.[/u][/b]

Nerazi'ra took a deep breath, and focused. He tuned out the sounds of whatever fighting remained, which, to be honest, died out somewhat, as most of the fighters were dead, dying, or looking around for more things to kill. Unluckily enough, a couple of inmates looking for things to kill stumbled upon Nerazi'ra, and took him as an easy target. They were wrong. Already a bit too close for comfort, Nera quickly unsheathed his combat knife, flicked on the electricity switch, and dashed in quickly before they could react properly. At first he threw a test jab at one of the inmates, who flinched, just as Nera predicted. Ducking under their arm, he slashed upwards, catching their arm and sending an electrical shock down their nerves. It was enough to stun them, and he used that opportunity to spin around their back and push his knife into their other side, feeling it slide between two ribs and into the inmates lung. He pulled out the knife with a spurt of blood, and in the same motion, pulled out one of his revolvers and put a round through the inmates friend's eye. Both of the would be assailants dropped at the same time, landing with a almost synced thud. He didn't bother to take whatever they had, it's not like they had anything that'd be of any use to him.  

He sat down in the midst of the dead bodies and rubble, then took in a deep breath. Again, he reached out into the environment, looking for voices or any other threats. He picked up some distant voices, people yelling at each other, screams of the wounded. The crash brought out the worst of the inmates, and they were making it apparent with their infighting. Regardless, none of them were close enough to pose any relevance of a threat. Instead, he moved inwards, and picked up two [i]new[/i] voices. As silent as a ghost, he stood, and drew both of his revolvers while making his way towards the two distinctly different voices.

"...-f us have no need for gadgets,"

He heard the last part of their conversation clearly, and more or less, the last part spurred him on to see exactly who was talking, and whether or not he'd have to deal lead. In a swift movement, he stepped out into visibility in front of Domhan, almost emerging from the shadows, and nodded his head towards the two men, each of his revolver's already trained on each man's head. 

[color=lime][b]"Howdy, partners. Seems you're in a bit of a tight spot."[/b][/color]

He would be smiling if he could. He always loved using that line. 

([@The Angry Goat] [@Irredeemable])