The scream startled Solomon, and he gasped. Somewhere down the hall he heard the sound of a female rabbit screaming. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I thought this was the bathroom for the love of god!” he heard the rabbit he had met earlier on in the hallway scream.

Dizbob suddenly awoke from the loud scream he had heard. He looked up, and saw a dark figure standing above him. In its hand, light reflected off the sharp blade he was holding, which was pointed towards Dizbob. As the dark figure quickly turned back towards him, Dizbob raised both his legs and kicked the figure in the stomach, knocking him back. The knife flew out of the figures hand.

Solomon had been kicked into the wall of the room. He felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. Nevertheless, he stood up, and noticed his knife lying on the floor. He pounced toward it, but as he picked it up he felt a sudden sharp pain in his back, and had heard glass shatter. He collapsed onto the floor. Dizbob had struck him on the back with a nearby table lamp. Dizbob pulled the knife out of the figures hand, and turned the figure over. He glanced at its face and recognized it as the rabbit called Solomon Blacksirthe of which he had an encounter with outside of Dalspots’s bar. Solomon quickly reached into his belt, and before Dizbob could see what was happening he saw a knife quickly fly at him and pierce the flesh on his shoulder. He stumbled back in pain, and pulled the knife out. Solomon could see Dizbob was about to yell for help, so he rushed towards Dizbob in hopes of silencing him before that occurs. He thrust his dagger at Dizbob, but Dizbob dodged. Dizbob threw a jab at Solomon’s face, but Solomon narrowly dodged. Right then, he tackled Solomon through the door of his room.
Solomon went flying and broke through the door. He fell on his back against the wall of the hallway. He saw 4I Falcon on the other end. “You again?” he heard 4I say, “I guess you mistook that room as the bathroom like I did earlier on, too? Looks like you got it harder than me, too.”
4I Falcon saw Dizbob run out of the room, his shoulder torn and bleeding. “4I” Dizbob called out, “Wake up Firesword!”

Downstairs, the manager of the hotel had heard all the commotion outside. He wasn’t an idiot, and he quickly made the connection between the commotion and the mysterious rabbit without identification whom he allowed into his hotel. (-) it, if they find out.. he thought. I’ll take care of this... He took out a key from his drawer, and quickly ran towards a nearby locked room.

Upstairs, Dizbob and Solomon were still fighting. The noise and disruption they had both caused had awoken the residents. Many people looked out into their hallway to see what was going on, and as they saw the two rabbits fighting, and the blade in one of the rabbits hands, they quickly locked their doors. 4I Falcon had awoken Firesword, and Firesword had reached into his belongings and pulled out an old gun* he was carrying.

*There were only a few type of guns the rabbits knew how to make. The most common one was pistols and handguns, although still only few knew how to craft such things, and the government of Cuniculosus made sure (or at least tried to) that any guns were made by them, thus they tried to keep the skill of guncraft only known to the most trusted of their craftsmen. Although the information did leak out to several outside sources, the government worked hard to put a stop to this, and to keep the information from distributing. Anyone carrying a gun would have to be approved by the government, and even now almost everyone who carried such a firearm was either working for the government directly or was someone who has a high position in society (or otherwise is an important figure). Many hardworking citizens who have friends (or contacts) who know of somebody, or are somebody, who know how to acquire or craft guns have managed to maintain them without the authorization of the government. These people usually keep the guns for their own safety, and are hesitant of using them when any government agents are around (since the charges for being caught with an unauthorized firearm are rather severe).
In a nearby room, an old rabbit and his wife had awoken. Next to the rabbit’s bed lay several bottles of strong liquor hinting away at the rabbit being heavily intoxicated. “What’s all the (-) racket outside?” he blurted out, “How’s one to get any rest around ‘ere?”
“Just leave it alone, it’ll subside in time and then all will be quiet again,” his wife commentated.
“Like ‘ell I will. I’m a gonna go out there and give those ruffians a piece of ma mind!”

Firesword quickly ran out his room with his gun in hand. Solomon quickly saw the firearm, and tried to get as close to Dizbob as possible to prevent Firesword from risking a shot. Solomon pulled out another dagger and threw it at the lamp above him, breaking it and dimming the light. Three more lamps lay in the hallway, and two of them where too far down the hallway for their light to reach to the other end. He slid under Dizbob and reached forth and picked up the knife he had thrown. His arm retreated right before Firesword shot at where it was a split second ago.
The drunken was about to open the door to the hallway when he heard the shot. “The ‘ell? These men mean business!” He quickly ran towards a drawer near his bed, and pulled out his own handgun.
“That thing is illegal, don’t you dare use it outside in that hall!” his wife had yelled, but he ignored her.

The manager had reached the second floor, carrying a shotgun. “Alright, all of you freeze and drop your weapons less you want lead in your brains!”
Everyone’s attention turned toward him. Right then, the drunken rabbit burst open the door of his room, and pointed the gun towards Firesword. “Take this you scum!” he yelled as he let lose several shots. His arm had been wavering while he shot, and though he pointed at Firesword the bullets flew in all sorts of directions.
“What the hell are you doing?” Firesword yelled out as two bullets nearly struck his head. One of the bullets struck the manager in the foot, and he let out a yell, as he pumped shots out of his shotgun. One of the shots flew right into the drunken rabbit and blew his head off his shoulders. The hallway was splattered with gore. His wife could be heard screaming from the room. The manager tipped over as he fired the other shot, and it was a direct hit into the lamp. The lights in that half of the corridor were out, and everything was dark.
Solomon took advantage of this. He yelled out “Everybody run! The hotel is being robbed! Escape while you can!” With this, the sound of several doors flying open came right afterward.
Firesword had tried to spot Solomon in the darkness, as suddenly he was hit from behind with what appeared to be a heavy wooden object. “Die robber!” he heard someone call out, but as he heard that his reaction was too quick as he spun around and fired. Only after he knew he hit had he realized that the man he had shot (probably in the chest) had been an innocent resident reacting to the alarm. He heard the groan of the man, and a body toppling over soon afterwards. Well, that’s one innocent man killed tonight. How many more will follow?
The manager had gotten up, still holding the shotgun. “No, no you idiots!” he yelled, “Get back into your rooms!” Right then, he felt a sudden burning pain in his chest as a knife was thrust into him. He gave a loud yell and felt blood in his mouth. I might as well, since I’ll die anyways! He held up his shotgun, and began firing his rounds. He heard several screams and people collapsing and knew he must have hit at least several people. He kept firing until his head began spinning and his senses got numb, and he collapsed onto the ground.

“Get back into your rooms!” Solomon had heard the manager yell. This was not good at all, the commotion was a perfect distraction and he would not let it end so easily. He had pinpointed where the voice came from, and had quickly did his work with the dagger. The scream he heard meant he got a good hit. He smiled maliciously, but then something happened he hadn’t expected. The man began firing shotgun rounds like crazy. Solomon had tried to duck before a round hit him, but he felt a shell fly right past his thigh, partially hitting it along the way. He collapsed with a quick yelp.
Dizbob had heard the manager scream and had sensed what would come next. He quickly ducked to avoid the barrage of shotgun shells that followed. He had heard Solomon’s yelp and had figured he had been hit. Many more screams came, but none of them were that of Fireswords or 4I Falcons, which he was thankful for.

4I Falcon had been hiding in Fireswords room throughout this event. When the lights went out, he had quickly scampered towards his own room as quietly as possible. There he had searched around throughout his possessions, hearing doors fly open in the hallway and people run out in the meanwhile. Finally, he had found his pack of matches he had been carrying with him. After the sound of a shotgun being fired had ended, he lit one up and took it with him. It wasn’t much of a source of light, but it had to do. He ran out into the hall and into Firesword.
“What happened here?” 4I asked.
“Well, someone started shooting on one side, then someone else started shooting on the other, then someone got stabbed and began to shoot everyone. Can you find Dizbob or Solomon anywhere?”
“I’m alright,” Dizbob had called out, “Make sure Solomon doesn’t escape!”
4I Falcon ran downstairs.
Nearby, they heard a window break.