"Looks like we'll need an extension of clearing out," Neil said as he made it to the window. Smoke began to rise into the air between the vast buildings of the city. Fortunately, their tower was relatively isolated from the main body of the city, but he saw a handful of beastmen loping across the bridge toward them, while two of the chaos mutants, one with a goats head and the other with a wolfish countenance, brayed at their brethren and waved axes. 

Emmaline watched the monsters streaming forth with worry. Across the water, citizens were hacked down in the streets or shoved bleeding into the riek. Even now a sqaud of swordsmen with shields locked met a murder of beastmen at the edge of the quay, slamming against one another, steel flashing and blood spurting. It was worrying, but the small horde cresting the bridge towards them was a more immediate danger. Emmaline bit her lip and drew back, but squeaked when an ornate longbarrel slid past her nose to rest on the window sill. Neil cocked the Hochland rifle like he was born to the task. In his mouth, he sported a lit cigar. 

"Where were you keeping that gun?" She asked. 

"Don't worry about it," The thief responded, hovering his eye a scant inch from the scope. Like a short fuse, Neil waited a small breath before the gun cracked. A beastman with the antlered head of a deer lost half of its skull, bloody shrapnel of red gray matter splattering across the other members of its party. Calmly, in fact he was whistling, Neil began to load the musket by the muzzle end, black powder followed by a lead ball falling into place before grabbing the ramrod. He had wanted to use the gun in a more indirect fight, the weapon having far greater range than a normal handgun, thanks to a spiralling groove on the inside of the barrel. It had a complex arrangement of lenses and sights that allowed the marksmen to pick out targets that would normally be too small to be shot a with any degree of accuracy. He could probably help out the swordsman halfway across the river breadth if they didn't have more pressing problems. 

"Baby, do me a favor." Neil said, hefting the gun again and aiming. 

"Yeah?" She asked. 

"Get the cheapest booze we got. Some of that stored shit we didn't want to touch." His words were punctuated by the discharge of the long rifle. A large ram-headed gor felt with a gaping hole in its chest. "Bring it up here, will you? As soon as they try to break the door down we'll lit 'em up."