The duo quickly settled into a rhythm of going into rooms, taking down not only the gamblers, but the guards that not only the gambling den hired, but also their personal guards as well. It was actually rather packed in the den, as the churches launched the latest round of 'cleansing' earlier than usual, and people who lived in the city knew what the deal was whenever the Convocation was around the corner. The little drone was darting in and out of rooms with impressive speed and efficiency, and Drake was choosing which rooms to enter, and which ones to run past using the images and information he was receiving in real time from the drone. After some time, they entered a room that was swimming in mercenaries, guards, and everything in between. The pair quickly ducked behind cover, with Cory almost destroying the table he had thrown himself like a battering ram behind.
"What a flimsy—"
"Oh no." One of the mercs remarked after firing a few shots and ducking back down. "The Kill Stealers have already made it down here."
Drake looked over at the merc – a Human with features that hinted at her being mixed, but that weren't strong enough to make it clear what the other blood in her was. This woman was absolutely armed to the gills, with all kinds of munitions holstered in all kinds of places on her body. The only thing that seemingly wasn't covered in arms and armour was her head, although with the look she shot at Drake, her eyes could have been mistaken for weapons as well.
"Oh, come off it." Cory bellowed with a roll of his eyes. "We're just efficient. Don't blame us for being slow, bitch."
"Drake, you'd better warn that fucker to watch his mouth, or I'll toss him off a cliff into some stampeding Wildebeest!"
"What was that?! Come over here and say that to my face!"
"What are you doing on a live battlefield?!" Another woman shrieked before standing up and tossing a grenade that bounced off a bright blue Psych shield and exploded, causing everybody to duck again.
"Who is that guy in the cream suit and red shirt?" Drake asked, completely ignoring everything that had been said.
"He's the boss of this gambling den!" The woman shrieked again." Him and his private guards are much, much stronger than the standard guys."
"I would imagine so." Drake said as he stood up, and going purely on memory, fired bullets into the dust and debris.
Pained groans filled the air, before he ducked back down and looked at Cory.
"Bullets aren't really all that effective against these guys."
"Their suits must be hella expensive, for them to be THIS strong."
"You idiots are the ones with the weak weapons." The heavily armed merc goaded.
Drake simply holstered his pistol, and pulled the mace out. He pushed a button on the handle, and lights between the patchwork panels and such pulsed blue, before lightning danced on the head of the weapon. He then looked at Cory and nodded.
"We're going with the melee approach."
"You want us to rush them together, or pick and choose targets?"
"Let's go together. There are about four mercenary bands in here, so if we go at them at random, we'll be at risk of getting tagged by one of them, with them claiming it was a mistake."
"It's not like they haven't tried it before."
"You know that we can hear you, right?" A different merc asked.
"I do. Now somebody do something about this dust, so we can do something about the enemy numbers."
"Who the fuck are YOU to give orders?!"
Before the argument could escalate, one of the mercs stood up and pushed their bare hands in front of them. Blue energy enveloped their arms, much like it did with Cory, only it wasn't nearly as thick or as dense. Where Cory's was more like a coat, this was akin cloth, gliding across the outstretched arms until a massive gust of wind blew from the hands, causing the dust and the like to blow away and clear the battlefield. As soon as that happened, Cory and Drake absolutely exploded from behind their respective covers, with Cory smashing through his. With simple gestures, they coordinated all of their movements, as well as decided on targets. The wind was enough to confuse the regular guards for enough time to allow the pair to get the jump on them. As they reached the first cluster of guards, they went to town, with Cory roaring he smashed a guard with each fist. As they absolutely flew through the air, Drake went low, sweeping a guard's feet out from under them with his left boot while simultaneously raising his mace above his head, before driving it down with a frightening amount of force right into the protected gut of the guard. Lightning pulsed and flashed as streaks dance all over the screaming guard's body before he was driven into the ground, with his abdomen still being crushed under the mace. Drake then released the mace, whilst also twisting his torso to his right to avoid an incoming blow, before scooping the mace up with his left hand, using the moment generated by the twist to swing the mace, and absolutely creamed the guard on the side of the head. As Drake stood upright after having used the momentum to hoist himself up, he then planted his feet, locked his hips and twisted his wait in the opposite direction, generating force and after having held the mace in his right hand as well, swung it and clocked the same guard on the chin, resulting in a loud 'bong' and sending the guard twisting and rag-dolling through the air. Just as he hit the ground, Cory roared in the direction of a guard who was coming for Drake and sent him flying away, just as Drake pulled out his gun and fired two shots at the feet of a guard going for Cory. The Cryo bullets stooped them in place, and Cory launched himself towards the guard, extended his arm horizontally, and hit said guard in the neck with his massive bicep before yelling.
"Clothesline from Hell!"
He clotheslined the guard out of his frozen shoes, and sent him helplessly into the wall behind them.
"That's your idea of non-lethal, Cory? We go through this every time."
"Look at the heaps of flesh that used to be gambling den goons that you left behind! One of them is still steaming!"
Drake just snorted in slight amusement before identifying the next batch of targets, and signaling as much to Cory with a nod of the head, before they both set off again.