[ The pace of the surgery is almost frantic, as they converge around him, obscuring his head so that Myri can't see a thing. The lights buzz on in her tiny room again, and the guard trains his weapon on her. But they're not alone in the room now. Standing behind him, with a vicious, grim grin on his face is a familiar figure in a battered leather trenchcoat with long straggled dark hair, with a greatsword in hand blazing with light... that he promptly stabs through the midsection of the soldier (power atk 25, and it's a crit... so with his smiting damage and power attack damage, that's 110 dmg). I think he's dead, Jim.
The guard's mouth falls open as he makes a strange hurk noise, and then the gun clatters to the ground, followed by the slump of his body as it falls off from Thomas' sword as he retracts it. The aasimar turns a concerned grimace towards Myri, lowering his weapon and putting a hand on her shoulder. Above, she can see now that there's a grate swinging open near the ceiling from where he'd just jumped out. ] My gods, Myri... [ He dips his head to get her to look at him, rather than out the window at the busy doctors. Whatever he sees in her eyes seems to shake him deeply and he whispers almost to himself: ] What have they done to you?
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The guard's mouth falls open as he makes a strange hurk noise, and then the gun clatters to the ground, followed by the slump of his body as it falls off from Thomas' sword as he retracts it. The aasimar turns a concerned grimace towards Myri, lowering his weapon and putting a hand on her shoulder. Above, she can see now that there's a grate swinging open near the ceiling from where he'd just jumped out. ] My gods, Myri... [ He dips his head to get her to look at him, rather than out the window at the busy doctors. Whatever he sees in her eyes seems to shake him deeply and he whispers almost to himself: ] What have they done to you?