The spray of bullets from Tzahala's SMG catch both gunmen squarely in the gut. Needless to say, the two men crumple instantly under the hail of bullets...<br/><br/>But it's never that easy.<br/><br/>Behind the two new corpses, the big troll folds his hands together and begins to mutter something under his breath... and unless Tzahala's eyes are playing tricks on her, the flab on his body is starting to burn and tighten, giving way to a strangely rounded musculature. He doesn't move beyond that, though. Why should he, when two of his buddies are taking baseball bats to the runner's exposed back and shoulders?<br/><br/>And they both go about it with such untrained gusto, too. Both men arc back and swing like they're trying to hit a home-run at a tee-ball game...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Baseball Bat 1: 0 hits<br/>Baseball Bat 2: 2 hits, 4+2+2(h), 0 AP</div></div>