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<Harry quickly looks up to sight and number all of his assailants, although most of his attention is set on clocking the pursuer who seemed to be aware of the distraction, and was making its way to where Lance disappeared.>

<Search of 20>

And with this, he dashes over to the fallen cowled figure, pinning its arms he quickly frisking it for weapons.

<Dexterity of 16> <Grapple of 25> <Search 14>

<Out of interest, is this prone person male or female?>
<For information at this time I am not attempting to kill anyone. Disabling only..>

The insightful pursuer has broken into a run between the stalls, seemingly in pursuit of Lance.
Harry arrives at the prone form quickly, the form beneath is a female Gamma, who has a collection of knives and an air pistol.

Harry grabs the largest knife from the prone form and for a split second weighs it in his hand.

Squinting, gauging the distance he throws the knife at Lance's pursuer.

<His aim is for the knifes heavy hilt to hit the back of his targets head>

<Thrown weapon 19>

<If there is an equivalent of destiny points I will expend 1 to assist! >

<There is Deeds>

Flipping the blade in the air hilt first, Harry allowed the dagger to fall back to his awaiting hand, watching the pursuer weave between the stalls he weighed his chances, raised his arm and flung the blade.

It arced spinning across the distance, between the upright poles of the market carts canvas roofs, past unsuspecting Gammas and struck hilt first with a sharp crack the back of the pursuers head. Who promptly dropped like a stone.

Harry allows himself a split second to punch the air.

'Get in!' he roared.

'Who's next you bastards?' he cries as he scans the crowd for the hunters, goading them to follow him.

<Brawling Art 18> I will position myself to only be accessible to one opponent at a time, making a slow tactical retreat until I am near to a drainage cover which leads deeper down into the catacombs of concrete and cobblestones.

<Area Knowledge of 17>

Spotting a drainage flu on a far wall, Harry manoeuvred between the stalls.
He grimaced as accompanied by the sound of pops, he realised he was under fire, a small sting in his guts, another gash across his cheek, around him he heard howls and noticed pieces of stall chipping away.

<4 points of damage>

'That went a bit too well' he thought grimly as he dashed over to the drainage flue, any moment tense to the expectation of further impacts.

Crouching low, he desperately attempted to wrest the flue open.

<Strength of 22>

'Come on, come on!' he willed himself as he wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand.

He noticed them creep past the stalls, another hail of pellets clattered and pinged off the stonework.
He noted a couple of gamma stall owners lying in their own blood from head wounds, with a wrench he tore the cover off the flue.

<Spot roll?>

<Spot of 15>

<I take it that the flue cover is quite a heavy bit of metal?>