CD24/26

The woman's head exploded in a shower of gore.

Mercury took no real pleasure in it. Sure, he wasn't the kind to care about the suffering of others, but even he couldn't get excited for killing people hopped up on a drug like this, especially not when Emerald was the cause. Squaring the handgun before him, he fired off two more shots, dropping another man rushing toward him, hands and teeth outstretched. The man fell and began to convulse, dying like all the others did they didn't kill in one go.

A final bullet put him down for good, and he could only hope it would be a less painful end than having their hearts burst in their own chests. "Gods, this is fucked up."

"I can agree with that," the huntsman behind him said. Mercury couldn't say he'd ever expected to be working alongside Qrow Branwen, but then again he wasn't sure he'd have ever guessed he'd be clearing what was essentially a zombie infested tower, either. Was this office block of the living dead or what?

—CD24

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Qrow smiled as best he could. He hadn't known the kid well, but he knew what the kid had done for them all. "Yeah. Think he'd want us to finish the job?"

Neo nodded.

Miltia did too. "Of course."

Most of the lower levels were cleared out from their run up but the occasional straggler they dealt with as necessary, giving the only mercy they could. By the time this was over, the body count would be high. Higher than anything Cinder wrought.

—CD26