The first mutant screaming in pain rammed the tri into Heikyo's leg and started shooting into it, then his neck snapped under Heikyo's hands, but he cut Heikyo's leg in half from the gun first.

with that the battle ended two dead and one out cold

Heikyo doesn't even notice the fact that his leg is missing, drops to his knee and starts eating his foe, laughing softly to himself all the while. He stops in mid bite, and looks up at something in the air. He suddenly reels back and screams in pain, clutching his left eye, then falls unconcious. The adrenaline has left the system.

A mass of swirling colors. Every color immaginable. Heikyo sees a young child approaching him, only much younger than he is, and a girl. She seems to be pointing at him for a moment, then suddenly his family sword is in her hand. He sees himself backing away and suddenly hitting something. He sees himself turn to look, seeing what looks like a more complete version of his sword's engraving. The mural stretches both ways, showing what looks like a small child floating in a tube. Another picture follows it, showing some scientists leading a small child around. The next picture shows them together with his family's sword, the child somehow splitting a car with it. "You've seen too much." He hears a female voice say. He turns around just in time to see his family's sword slash him through the face, and hear his own scream.

Blackness.

Complete and utter blackness.

Jack's head feels like it it's going to split in half. His ears ring with a high pitched ringing and the world spins around him. Forcing himself to stand up, he blinks until the world is clear enough to decipher. All three mutants are on the ground the boy, having given up his sword for some sort of clawed glove, seemed a little worse for wear. Jack wondered how bad his head injury was, because it definitely looked like the boy was not only eating the mutant, but that he was missing a leg as well. The mutant he had been fighting was apparently still alive, if unconscious. A downward thrust from his saber puts an end to that. Throwing his rifle back over his shoulder and sheathing his sword, he walks back toward the bar, hoping to get in a few swigs of something much stronger than beer. Ignoring the boy and girl, walking past the well-dressed man, he plops down at the bar and mutters:

"I'm getting too old for this shit,"

Alise waited for the Mutant to turn and attack her, but did not expect Heikyo to slam into him, desperately trying to tear the man apart. "Geezus. This guy has really flipped out." Alise thought to herself, fingering the interior grip on her clawblades. Then she saw the mutant shove his Tri into Heikyo's leg, and, before she could react, she heard an all too familiar sound.

Vrmm-Chink. BLAMBLAMBLAM!. Vwrr... Ka-chink, Ka-chink, Ka-chink. As the Tribarrel Revved up, fired, revved down and reloaded.

Alise cringed, Heikyo's leg was utterly gone, bloody bits of it flying in all directions. Not to mention, he was EATING the mutant. "What the heck?!"
Alise ran over to Heikyo, trying to help him... The man screamed, and passed out in her arms. She took a moment to grab the now-headless mutant's Tri and sling it over her shoulder, just in case... and then went back to helping Hei.

"can some one get our little ninja man, if he dosnt get some surgery soon the nerves wont be reconected properly"
he then smiles and looks down "and Jack, you need to improve your fighting, information could come from enamys, if you can take them alive with out effort then do so. When I speak of fight I mean more then your skill with wepons.'
He looks slowly at the diffrent people who he has so far chosen, Tepa nect to him hiding behind her mask, Heikyo who has potentiol but needs refining and grace, Alise a scavanger going for her first real prize, Zack the man who caused this battle, Jack the skilled fighter who needs to learn to fight, and his man in rags. His eyes show something for the first time, though it is not something that seems to be emotion.

Jack, taking swigs from a jug of cheap moonshine, choses to ignore the man's comments about his fighting skills. In the wasteland, leaving someone alive was just not something that was done. He is becoming less and less impressed with the group he was being paired with. An insane kid who was now missing a leg, a girl who, while seemingly able to take care of herself, strikes him as an unneccesary liability, a dumbass who had gotten Jack the pounding headache he has now and the man in rags, who was the only one Jack doesn't have a significant beef with. Then there was the mutant who was talking to the well-dressed man...Jack doesn't quite know what to make of her. Overall it seems like a bad situation. Still, Bloody Jack is a man of his word, and he'll finish the job, no matter what that means.

Alise sighed. She really couldnt do anything for Heikyo, because having your leg forcibly removed by force really wasn't an easy thing to fix, especially when you had no medical experience or equiptment. She left this one to the Cane man's goons, who got him on a stretcher. Alise really wanted to help, but she just stared as the goons carted the Samurai off. She also removed her claws, and clipped them back onto her belt.

Alise kicked mutant #1. "Damn you crazy bastard!" she muttered, taking his shotgun ammunition and reloading both the Tri and her Pistol. She had a feeling she'd need the shotgun, so she kept it.

Finally making her way back to the bar, Alise sat down at the table with the rest of the group. "Great. A bunch of people I dont know, nor do I like. Looks like a mutant, some tough guy, some dude in rags, the guy who started the mess, and that nice guy, who's probably gonna die." she thought. The day was just about to get better too, and suddenly taken a dive for the worse. Well, that was typical, She sighed, and leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs.

The man with the cane walks in "he should be fine, though he will need to take some pills to keep the pain away and to keep the nerve connection from dieing"
he walks to the back to the bald man, and disaperes.

Tepa hadn't agreed nor disagreed to do as the man had bid. This way she was willing to accept whatever came her way and yet back out if she felt the desire. She'd had a habit in the past of jumping into situations head first instead of testing the waters. This had costed her many precious things, including the death of her best friend, so she wouldn't allow it to happen again. Something didn't smell right about the whole situation anyway.

Rubbing her forehead, just above the mask, she looked about the bar as she ordered another gin. What was the man planning banding together this group of misfits? Had they all found the bar by accident or were they drawn here by something? A strong mutant smell... she mused, sitting on her barstool again after having thrown a scrawny man from her perch. She'd just listen first instead of mingling. She'd seen the fighting, she knew of their capabilities in combat. But in real life circumstances and basic human conversation, she thought they might be a little less appealing.

Zach wakes up in a chair, his arms and legs tied. The bartender stands in front of him, katana in hand. " Have a nice sleep" he asks. "Where am I?" Zach replies. The bartender was about to respond ,when a women came through window on a motorcycle. Running over the bartender "get on" she says. Zach climbs on and she takes off, hair hitting Zach in the face. Who are you? Zach asks. My name is Trish, she replies. "Why did you save me"
asked Zach. "Lets just say I have my reasons" Trish responds. They stopped at a large factory. Come on, she says. Running towards the building. Zach draws his katana and cautiously approaches the factory.