Tearing the rifle from the woman's hands Mordechai grabbed the leader and raised the screaming woman into the air. Her kicking, dangling legs and flailing fist were inconsequential as he slammed his fangs deep into her carotid artery, draining the rich oxygenated blood from her body, starving her brain of its needs. Refreshed and replenished he tossed the body to the side. The medic crouched cowering in the corner, as his fears and nightmares came to life before him. He finally knew the truth, those tattooed freaks had been right, there were vampires living in Harper Rock, and the monster towering over him was one of them.
No emotion showed on Mordechai's face, this after all was just another mission, just another day, just another part of the routine that had been made part of his life the day that blonde had founded him in the hunting grounds. This coward did not even deserve a man's death, he was obviously one of those that thought a uniform would make him more than what his god had. He was wrong. Almost carelessly the killer reached down and snapped the mans neck before turning back towards the leader.
The woman was pretty, nothing like the ethereal, beauty of his kennedy, or the statuesque beauty that Pru wore so nonchalantly, but he knew that men's heads would turn as she passed. The tears ruining her makeup and the spittle dripping from her blubbering lips did nothing to help her appearance, but she would do. She would do just fine for the purpose he needed her for. The fight and wounds had drained most of his remaining reserves and he was in no shape for a sustained chase. Moving closer to her Mordechai let a small smile grace his face as if he meant no harm, before slamming the heel of his New Rock into the now screaming woman's ankle. Three hundred thirty pounds of muscle backed by his ever growing preternatural strength completely shattered the leaders ankle, along with most of the bones of her foot. Shock and pain drove through her neural synapses at the speed of light slamming into an already distressed mind, and the light left her eyes as she slumped to the floor.
A glance over his shoulder showed the other medic working feverishly to staunch the bleeding in his thigh and form a pair of S.A.Ms around it with cravats and Kling. Mordechai watched for a moment, knowing the S.A.Ms would do nothing, only traction could set and hold a broken femur. To be honest, he was almost impressed with the male's ability to even function with the pain he was in. Squatting down the killer pulled a few Kerlix pads from the pouch at his feet stuffing them into the holes of his shoulder. When he was sure the male was watching Mordechai reached out, and grabbing the unconscious woman by the hair, stood and dragged her over in front of the male. Dropping her body unceremoniously ten feet in front of the man, the killer squatted down over the body, glancing back and forth between the two of them. As his hands began to casually rip and shred the clothing from the woman at his feet he kept his focus on the wounded male. "I have a few questions for you." One hand settled down on the thigh of the nude female as he leaned forward, heterochronic orbs glittering as his fangs appeared in a savage smile, "And I am sure your friend here hopes you will answer honestly and fast." A soft squeeze as he began to shake the woman's thigh, the shattered ankle flopping bonelessly, he continued, "Let me wake her and we can begin."
Mordechai Other NPCs/Objects Moderate Physically demanding celerity and grab Succeeded
