Dungeons: The Dragoning 40K 7e One-Shot!

[Otogi]

You find yourselves in the Bazaar of Sigil, where dozens, perhaps hundreds of people are walking, buying, selling, haggling and steal just in a place sprawling with trade stands, stores and even a small tavern not 5 yards away. Things are rough, dirty, very smelly and there's a feeling of being stabbed in the air, but for now everything is going smooth.

...until, just then, you hear a rather familiar sound; the sound of bone of flesh, or rather, a fist in a face. Was it the cause of a bad trade, an unsuccessful attempt at theft, or even an accident? The time for finding the reason quickly passes as the number of thrown punches and kicks multiply with each passing second, to the point where nearly everyone is joining in on the fight. By them time the party is surrounded by the brawl, several hooded figures start circling around you. With knives (told you there was a feeling). What do you do?

[Ridai]

Alex

"Ah, it's that time of the day again." Alex nods to himself while stretching a bit. Underneath his simple, robust street clothes, consisting of nondescript boots, pants, t-shirt and a mesh vest, lies the body of what several people have described as a perfect athletic physique, regardless of his average looks. Short grey hair and stubble contrast the young, hard features, the skin pale, a sign of someone from the deepest, deadliest bowels of Bytopia. Some believe he is a type of Exalt, but that seems to be a point of contention. Still, it would explain why people are attracted to him despite his other traits.

"You know what time it is?" Alex draws his large two-handed sword that shows the telltale craftmanship and coloration of an Orichalcum weapon. In his hands, it seems as light as a feather as he assumes a stable position, the step resounding and forboding (and even kicking up dust with it's force). "It's PAIN time!"

Well, that was quick.
Initiative [roll0] (assuming Alex' Lightning Reflexes dexterity specialty applies)

[Ladorak]

Haud Iucunditas

Haud's face and body were concealed by a long flowing black cloak with the hood pulled low over his eyes. It was obvious he was a man who didn't want to be looked at too closely, but he had reasoned that anyone who survived for any length of time in Sigil learnt not to look too closely at people who didn't want to be looked at.

As the knives closed in he was forced to reflect that perhaps he had overestimated the intelligence of the average inhabitants of Sigil, he had oft heard it said that the gods looked after fools, drunks and gamblers. As he quietly wondered which these men would prove to be Alex began speaking. Unobserved a red and black hand reached up to undo the clasp at his neck.

Beneath the cloak a section of his 'spine' silently extended from his body. A metal tube almost 3 foot long stopped almost 3 inches from his back, supported by two darksteel struts. It was polished black but for each end, which were inlaid with beautiful ivory carvings of various sexual acts. He reached over his shoulder with his right hand and around his waist with his left, curling his fingers around the hilts at the top and bottom of the tube.

When Alex proclaimed it pain time he wrenched both blades clear of their 'scabbard,' causing his cloak to fall away. Stripped to the waist his red tiefling skin and polished black darksteel shell were clear to see, were he not moving so quickly onlookers would be able to see the countless deplorable acts of decadence and indulgence carved into every inch of his darksteel body. One blade crackled with electricity and filled the air with the stink of burnt ozone, the other bore the same telltale craftmanship and coloration as Alex's Orichalcum weapon.

Init 6 (See OOC)