In all fairness, you didn't know that this was 'someone else's territory'. Hell just felt like Hell - you hadn't gotten involved in the bigger politics or bothered to memorize who owned what where, you were just trying to live your normal life. Which was why when an entire turf war had started up, you unwittingly being drafted onto one side, you hadn't even known that that was what you started. Still, the Sinners around you sure seemed excited...

Which was all well and good except for the fact that you were trying to get out of this area without being blown up. You'd sworn under your breath, trying to time the gaps between bombs and gunshots, but you were a bit off...and almost got a bit singed. That was terrifying. You were staying put for now, but that wasn't going to last you long, either, and you had to get back to the Hotel somehow. At least that was safer than most places in Hell (not that it was guaranteed safe, in fact, far from it).

Another bomb whooshed past your ear, and you started running. You heard the gunfire start up, when suddenly...

The gunshots started again, but the men on the other side were falling fast. A man - a spider - with dark black fur swore under his breath, reloading his gun. He picked off the other side relatively quickly with an expertly trained series of headshots - plink, plink, plink - before he let out a sigh and his eyes rested on you.

"Se hai intenzione di scappare, allora scappa." Arackniss stated, staring you in the eyes before he reloaded his gun again, expertly sliding more bullets into the chamber. "You're only making a mess of things here." He added, his Italian accent thick and his voice deep.