01/12/2023
How about a sorta short story:
The glint of pulsing green crystal reflected of the muck grinding its way down the canal. The Lamplighters made a quick dash for the wonky bridge, Ribyn watching from his usual rooftop perch. The Cult of the Bloodied Moon made a similar rush forward, a quick pulse of sickly pink light sending a mutant into convulsing hallucinations as his gods tormented him with visions, left curled on the ground out of the scramble.
Both leaders hacking coughs dragged at their vigour, while Snuffer Brolg valiantly tried to hammer a lighting fast possessed into the ground, managing wound the slavering beat to no avail. He was knocked form the bridge into the muck unconscious, while a whimpering hulk bolted for the far corners of the flooded district.
Mutants and beastman swarmed over other bridges, barrelling into a swirling melee of clashed blades and flashing lamps. Ribyn unleashed a shot clear across the canal, this time ripping the throat from the cult leader. He had a moment to bask in the joy before the master lighter knocked headlong of the bridge as a beastman barrelled headfirst into him, following Snuffler Brolg into the muck of the canal.
A conga line of cultist and beastman rushed the narrow defile, arrows plinking uselessly of the edges of the walkway form Ribyn and is shortbow armed offsider. Stalt (no relation to Stilt) unleashed with his handgun, missing again but thankfully not having the weapon explode in his hands. Busily reloading he was rushed by four cultists and swiftly hacked to pieces.
Shortbow leapt over a balcony railing, preparing to hurl himself into the melee surrounding Stalt’s (no relation to Stilt) killers. His boots caught the ledge, and he tumbled headfirst down the stairs ankle wrench and unconscious.