Bio-Bloodlust (Zprimal and Rosita)

The day was ending. Or at least that was what the clock on the wall said. Zwei had left Bianca in the room, moving over to the pantry to get her another cup of water. He heard the rustling of woven the faint sound of the main door opening, the rustle of synthetic material and the faint tap of boots against the floor, growing louder and louder as they approached. He kept filling the mug with hot water from the dispenser. He did not move as they trained their rifles on him. There was no scent of gunpowder, and the rifles seemed unfamiliar. It was probably some sort or air propelled dartgun, he figured to himself. Before silence built up for even a second, he turned, emptying the scalding liquid on the armed men. He ducked to the side, every fiber in his body alive as he made use of their initial reaction, successfully evading the darts. He got to his feet, flinging the mug into the face of the first man, the ceramic shattering as he moved forward, snapping his neck effortlessly.

The liquid had soaked through the woven material scalding the flesh, the black fabric clinging to their skin.