The figure over Merrelli was swaying - they had no idea what was going on... seconds in, it was certain to topple -<br/>Raice's chain wrapped taut over its chest, looping over without the Kukri attached this time.  One hard yank, and the silhouette toppled just out of arms reach of Merelli, onto the floor a yard away.<br/>The lizardboy sighed, his body giving in to the blunt trauma and falling again, as he stared up into the darkness from there.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Argets slow, shallow breath sort of lagged as his arms were pulled up and back. He was being dragged.  He felt cold cement on his thigh through a hole in his pants...<br/>"So where are we taking this fucking halfbreed?"  The one on his left groaned.  "Christ, he's heavy!"<br/>"Suck it up.  Infirmary's just below us."  Arget suddenly felt the steps thumping against his legs an ass, extremely irritating.<br/>"What are they gonna do with him?"  Lefty asked again.<br/>"Uhh... outside of questioning?  Got me.  Maybe torture... maybe he'll end up on the menu soon."<br/>"This scrawny fuck?  For someone so heavy he doesn't look like he'd feed much.  The Lady certainly wouldn't go for something this dirty either."  He felt his left arm tugged up and gripped harder, straining the muscle a bit.<br/>"Hmm... I'm starting to think you need to go back through basic, man.  Now here's the kicker.  What's this needle full of black shit we found on him?  One hundred percent?"<br/>"Got me.  He's a street punk.  Probably shooting up heroin.  Some of that black-tar shit from the southern hemisphere?  In which case, I'm not taking a bite of him.  Did you see this old Nagant revolver?  Silenced to boot?  He's probably from out east."  The stairs ended, and lefty held up his gun, studying it.  "Nice, actually.  I gotta hand it to him, I like guns and he took good care of this one.  Dibs."  The cement floor changed to the tiling of the medward.  As he was dumped to the floor, Arget felt the blood rush to his head again.  He was finally coming to, but now he was dizzy.<br/>"Strap him up good - oh, shit, he's waking up.  Hang on."<br/>He didn't even feel the boot strike the side of his head.