Chelsea Hotel, Room 410

I don’t get a turn for some reason. I’d suggest simply stating actions, rolling and letting the gm sort things out.

Jimmy, sitting in a squat after having successfully picked the lock, is caught completely off-guard by the sudden and unexpected carnage. He watches silently as his newfound friend bleeds-out on the burgundy hotel carpet.

Natasha looks through the tangle of men at the figure, trying to find an angle to take a shot.

Morgan pulls the trigger on his weapon and the noise is deafening, Natasha follows suit firing at the man.

Natasha's Russian service revolver's shot echos through the hallway and strikes the savage man in the collarbone. His right shoulder turns backward, absorbing the impact from the bullet, but it only barely slows his approach.

Two more missed shots ring out from the crowd, Akila's damn near striking Jimmy in the back, but the attacker continues forward. He effortlessly dodges Caleb's knife swing before taking one of his own at Morgan.

The blade cuts through the uniform just at the shoulder, but fortunately avoids any major damage in the process. There is a soft whimper from the floor where Ken lies, continuing to bleed.

Charging from within is a second and similarly dressed man, who brings his savage blade down upon a stupefied Jimmy Serrano, still kneeling before the door. The curved blade cuts deep into the soft tissue where the shoulder meets the neck. Jimmy cries out and crumples to the floor.