The entrance to the narrow alleyway suddenly darkened. A tidal wave of rusted iron and mutilated flesh poured around the corner.
There were at least a hundred of them. The Iron Disciples moved in a terrifying jerky unison. They were a nightmare of self inflicted cybernetics.
They were men and women who had voluntarily sawed off their own jaws and replaced them with crude steel grills. Arms had been swapped for heavy grinding buzzsaws and massive sledgehammers bolted directly to the bone.
Their eyes were completely blank. They glowed with a dull fanatic red light.
"PURGE THE GLITCH! SANITIZE THE CODE!" they chanted in a horrifying monotone synthesized chorus.
They didn't hesitate. They didn't assess the tactical disadvantage of the bottleneck. They just surged forward as a mindless trampling horde of metal and meat charging directly at Sebastian.
"Light 'em up!" Sebastian yelled.
