Name; Ayr<br/>Tagged; everyone inside<br/>Location;  The Golden Pick.<br/><br/>Ayr was the first to spot the Jersey devil, spot wasn't the best word, he finished the gunbattle with the kitchen staff. For dwarves are dwarves, and dwarves always have a weapon hidden somewhere, moreover dwarves like a fight. as he put a round into the last one Anatas came into the room looking for safety. Ayr turne, blade in hand. "YOU!" he said dramaticly, still playing the role of an offended boyfriend, being surrounded by dead or crippled dwarves played to the act too. he flicked the saftey on and pulled the trigger, when it clicked like it was out of ammo, Anatas turned to run, he flicked the saftey off and opened fire. Reloading as he ran after the Jersey Devil opening fire as he turned a corner.<br/>When Anatas ducked into a side room to hide Ayr pulled a blade and jammed it into the door. "YOU fucked her! he howled" carrying on, and glad the gasmask kept his smile from showing. when he heard the click of an automatic weapon behind him he leapt to one side as a lycanthrope opened fire. dwarves weren't the only armed patrons, though what the guy was doing here he had no idea.<br/>"come on... come on..." he wispered changing the round in his handgun, chambering a silver round, he had to wait for the lycan to start changing. Sure enough, predictabilly, the sounds of transformation began to sound, ripping, tearing of cloth, a growing growl. Ayr ran around the corner firing three silver bullets into the wolf sending the mid-transformed lycan to the ground screaming with silver burning in it's belly. he put a round in it's head as he noticed Anatas making a break for it, and charged after him drawing sword to go with his pistol.<br/><br/>He would chase Anatas right out into the awaiting arms of his new crew.