<br/>Attack:<br/>Roll 1: 10 +3 hit.<br/>Drunk toughness save:<br/>Roll 1: 1. unconcious.<br/><br/><br/>Jennifer's response was rapid and efficient. The martial kick had the drunken girl gasp in pain and blink unconcious before she hit the floor. The owner jumped back from the falling body and shouted for mercy.<br/><br/>"They're endangering<em>civilians!</em>Everybody, rush in! Break the window and flashbang!"<br/>The cops sprang into action at the sounds of fighting. "Maybe it was just TV?" Said the one equipped with a grenade launcher under his stun-rifle, but nontheless aimed it at the window while his mate shot an energy blast to shatter it. A rain of glass fallen inside the hotel room, then the red points of laser targeters. "Landrez and whatever your name is, come out with your hands up!"<br/><br/>And then, from the night sky, slips of colorful paper started falling. Yeah, paper. Flyers. But who'd stop to read them when a battle was just about to take place?