Even with the cotton in his ears, they rang like crazy.  How in the hell was he supposed to handle all those decibels when they were going to kill his ears like this?  When he was done with these things, he was going to box Argets ears for not asking him to just pull the grate out!<br/>Chiro charged into the guards, feeling blades to his neck, luckily shallow, but the twin trails of blood left were going to inspire the guards.  That is, if Chiros fangs hadn't found an arm, ripping one right off, swinging his head and slitting open a furred neck.   His claws found vital organs as he felt his hunger return.  He pushed the ones impaled on his claws back into the others, charging in and chomping his jaws around the last, feeling blood run down his belly from the blade still head.  Arget was going to so get it for deciding to use that thrice damned giant gun!<br/><br/>Chiro gripped the blade from the struggling guard in his throat, pulling it hard and away, beginning to gulp in the guard, ripping away armor, seeing hidden weapons and used them to cut into the armor.  He hated blood soaked meals, but he wasn't in a good mood.