Ducaelia went mad. Once she was in the thick off the thugs, she took them out quickly and painfully. Slicing gugulars, ripping internal organs, or shooting major arteries, the blood ran thick, and the air smelled of burnt flesh. Within minutes, eight thugs were dead, and five wounded with severed limbs or broken bones. When the drunks got a bit more wary, she jumped back into the thicket of smoke, shadows, and dust. She got behind cover then connected to her comms.
	[color=00aeef]"Your turn monkey boy~."[/color]