Cory continued to ignore all glares and daggers coming from Drake, however he had started sweating the moment the first Dwarf entered the room from above.
"Are you happy now, you ominous bastard?! You have a variety of Dwarves to choose from."
"Come on, man. It's a coincidence." Cory mumbled, before quickly pivoting. "So now what do we do? Attack the mercs, or the gangsters?"
"We attack whoever attacks us." Drake answered after taking a deep breath, and quickly shifting his focus.
"It looks like these people are not with you, Mercenary Drake." Maqhawe stated rather plainly.
"Not in this context, no." Drake replied before looking at the Dwarf that previously spoke. "Burton."
"Drake."
"I trust you and yours have come here to try and lower our contribution scores."
"Nothing personal, Drake. You and Big Cory over there always perform well during these pre-Convocation Raids. We were tasked with taking you down."
"How did you even find us?!" Cory boomed.
"We followed the crumbs and sounds of chewing!" A gargantuan woman bellowed, clearly somebody with Giant DNA.
"What was that, you giant bitch?!" Cory boomed in response.
"Sounds about right." Drake sighed before pulling his holstered gun out and cocking it with his teeth. "Shall we get this over with? We're losing daylight."
"Sounds good to me." Burton grumbled with yet another grin.
"Gentlemen, shall we give you the room?" Maqhawe inquired as he pulled another cigarette from his pocket. "This seems like something that should be handled by the two of you."
Just as Qhawe said that, Burton unleashed a series of hand signals before looking at Drake and running towards him with the Giantess in tow. The Orcs and Ogres all went for Maqhawe and his people, while the Humans, Dwarves and a few of the leftover Orcs went for the other Psych Mercs.
"Coming straight for us, eh Burton?!" Drake boomed as lighting danced along the head of the swinging mace.
"Gotta take care of the most dangerous ones first!"
"Come on, you big ass woman! These are equal opportunity hands!" Cory roared before leaping at the Giantess.
The woman, who was actually quite a bit taller than the Lionkin Shaman made a beeline for him. She too was brawler like him, but her sleeves were made from iron, charged with Mana, and covered in spikes. The giant pair started trading blows, with neither of them attempting to evade anything. They went blow by blow, Mana covered fists crashing into iron covered, and vice versa. Each blow was thunderous, and echoed through the room. Small bits of debris were sent flying with each parried or deflected blow, and most people in the room felt that if any of those blows made proper contact, both of the combatants would explode.
Meanwhile, the skirmish between Drake and Burton was far more tactical, with Drake dipping into the compartments of his bag a lot more than before as he tossed tacks, small grenades and the like. All this while shooting at Burton with his gun as well, while Burton, who had a miniature turret mounted on either trapezius was evading not only the gunshots, but all ranged offense Drake was offering as his greaves had four wheels, like iron roller skates, and he was equally elegant and boorish with his movements. Drake was running and ducking behind cover, but the effectiveness of the turrets was such that even the heavily fortified tables were being ripped to shreds.
A few of the Half-Orcs that had decided to go after Maqhawe were regretting that choice, as he was not only skilled and strong enough to literally punch their bullets away, he was also batting away their melee weapons with equal skill and ease. That said, he also appeared to be stalling for time, as he wasn't actively attacking, only defending. This was something that a few people in the room noticed, and in the midst of the individual battles, signals were sent either through sound, or gesture and soon enough, the reason for the stalling was revealed. A series of symbols and glyphs appeared all along the walls of not only the room everybody was in, but all the rooms within the underground den, and those who had been waiting for whatever was going to happen, instantly recognised this as that. Drake pulled a copious amount of smoke bombs from his belt and threw them on the ground with such force that a few of them also doubled up as flash bangs, and coupled with a few of the other mercs doing their own thing, the entire room turned into bright, smokey, dusty mess. Maqhawe and his goons slipped out through a secret exit they had been purposely ignoring until that moment, after which the entire underground facility collapsed as the symbols glowed bright blue, and then a series of small explosions collapsed the walls. By the time the explosion happened though, mercenaries had begun pouring out of the hole created by the Bionic Mercenaries, and they all dispersed in the dusty chaos.
A few minutes into the bedlam, Drake and Cory were already speeding away in their car, with Drake shaking his head with a sigh while holding his sash in his hand.
"Well, that went to shit quickly." Cory said with a chuckle of disbelief.
"Yeah, thanks for that." Drake said as he shot Cory a glare.
"…my bad."