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You find a Starved Man sprawled over the frontage of the Dirk and Dagger. His mouth is pouchy and tractable, inflated with a glut of liquid amber.

You catch him by surprise. The bullets from the team you stationed on the opposite rooftop don't hurt him – but they do catch his attention. He drops to the ground and limbers towards you, gargling beneath his amber payload. Two more of your number fend him off with makeshift spears.

You place a shot right through his gular pouch. Amber gouts forth as he staggers, catching one of the militia. They scream, then laugh, as flesh forgets itself. The Starved Man withdraws, for now.