[ wow what a timely crit fail, fred. the dice know. at those words, something in fred snaps, and he wrenches his arm away from gar, surging forward towards the gate, where he slams his fist against the bars hard (atk 30, dmg 10), which does little more than hurt his fist a lot really. he looks overcome with rage, and he looks beyond kat, pointing at dimitris in the distance. ] You sick sonuvabitch! Are you standing back there because you know we're going to tear you apart limb from limb the second we get our hands on you?! Come open this gate and man the fuck up! You and me! Right now. You're dead, you hear me?!