Mercer came to a stop at the top of the same tall building that he had spent the morning watching from, still fuming at the attacks by the group. He couldn't understand how Bryce could match him so evenly, despite never having come into contact with the Blacklight virus before. It made no sense. He paced back and forward, then slashed his blade arm through the casing of a rooftop generator. The sparking ruins did little to soothe his temper, and only the thought of consuming each and every one who had dared to raise a hand against him stopped him from boiling over. Gritting his teeth and clenching his unmutated hand, he glared down into the street. As he watched, a storm drain suddenly burst open, and a Brawler punched its way out through the surrounding tarmac. Two more followed it out as the civilians began to scream and panic. The Brawlers, smarter than the infected, began to tear into the humans far more efficiently. Mercer grinned. He couldn't touch his new enemies yet, but he could relieve his anger, and also regain some of the biomass they burnt away. Flourishing his blade, he leapt off the roof and landed in the densely packed civilian crowd with a crash and mess of shattered bodies.
