Gore was getting a little worried. He was amassing quite a crowd here.
"My name's Goresplatter, Gore for short, thanks for the hand - what's your name?" Suddenly he heard the hyperviolent slig shouting after him. He saw the gun raise and instinctively pushed the flying slig away from him while diving to the ground.
"Everyone get down!" He hit the floor, rolled and pulled out his rifle. The relatively unaimed shots didn't hit him, but, standing in the crowd as he was, he worried for the safety of those around him.
"Quit, you're outnumbered and outgunned. Drop the weapon and I won't mention your psychotics to Arnie!" Gore was aware he couldn't really do this in his present situation, but he didn't want to knock up his wanted poster from damage to factory property (RG) to murder by shooting some slig up. He stayed prone.
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