Tempus watched as Maxim collapsed in front of him. Straightening himself up, he looked to his now torn bow tie and grumbled to himself. He was going to have to fetch some new clothes...
Rolling the Jagerkin over onto his back, he contemplated what to do next. He slipped the claws off his fingers, and pocketed them, reaching into his other pocket to slip another ring tip like device onto his index finger. This one was different. This one had been tipped with Alice, a terrifying hallucinogen that made a persons worse nightmares come alive in the form of vivid and real imagery. It was like the worst acid trip magnified. He carried the cure for it too, of course. An injection of Flush.