You've returned to Rorkh, newbie. And he brought his friends with him. Do you think this will help you? You are leading them to slaughter. Rorkh is glad. Rorkh is hungry. Rorkh is out for your blood. Two revolvers? You should have taken twenty-two revolvers. And this still won't be enough. But this way this City could play with you longer. Do you hope to survive? How naive. Pigs are fattened all their lives, but the result is the same. The messengers are already rushing at full speed towards your soul. Accept your death with dignity. That's all you can do, hunt. Rorkh hears you beg for mercy. But he doesn't care. This City will eat you up. And he won’t choke.