The only warning was a burst of sickly light -- backwash from a
teleport -- before the midday crowds were savaged.
A pink-haired reploid in violet armour tore through the Emporium's court, lashing out at anything and anyone in reach with a toxic-looking beam-sabre before clutching at his head and howling --
Then straightened suddenly, eyes burning redly as he pivoted and raked his gaze across the fleeing throng.
"Where is he? Where are my Hunters?"
"What have you done to --"
As panic infected the crowd, he howled again and lunged to gut the closest body --