Rorschach growled as he saw a group approach. He could have dealt with them, had they been only melee, and if his leg were healthy. But they had several guns, and he had a knife wound. He began to limp toward a small alley.
The first man came round the corner a few moments later, chainsaw raised in the air. Rorschach swung his bar at stomach level, and his victim doubled up. It was the work of the moment to give him an extra push, and he was impaled on his own weapon.
"No style" muttered Rorschach, and heaved him out of the alley. Several men screamed, and Rorschach was amused to hear the only calm voice was female.
"Right, there can't be much cover in there. Ranged troops, open fire and finish him off"
Rorschach heard guns reloaded, and footsteps as they moved to position. He tensed, ready, then threw his bar. It spun through he air and connected with someone's head. Before they could react, Rorschach sprung, diving out of the alley and rolled. His bad leg spasmed, and his roll connected with one man's legs, knocking him to the ground. He swept up a fallen rifle as he came unsteadily to his feet and unloaded a magazine randomly into the crowd.
Silence fell, and Rorschach was surprised to still be alive. The plaza was empty. Then, a woman's head come up. She was dazzling, and her expression suggested she thought that would save her.
"You aren't the kind of man who would strike down a lady" she said with a pout
"No." growled Rorschach, "I'm not stupid. I'd shoot her" he raised the rifle.
Her hand moved, and several men appeared, firing without hesitation. Rorschach fell, but held back the darkness. As they closed in, he allowed himself a chuckle.
"What-" began the woman, but she could not finish, as the explosives that lined Rorschach's pockets detonated, blasting him into oblivion
