[And she's right-- he doesn't pause even for a moment, tears through one hijacker and then onto the next leaving a slew of mangled corpses in his wake. It's brutal and raw and ugly and yet each of his movements have a fluidity to them, something elegant, the aesthetic Angelika had been aiming for when she'd begun her 'pet project' to begin with.
(and he's not even the best of them, not by a wide margin, though the best of them turned tail and ran and so should it matter anymore? It still does).
The screams and shouts, the bright splatter of blood, the crunch and clatter of broken bones, it's like dark exquisite music to him and Giovanni's laughter continues to ring out across the dusty landscape as he whirls and spins and crushes them, one woman's skull shattering in his grip, fingers punching through bone into the soft grey matter hidden underneath.
More shots ring out, bullets catching him in the thigh, the knee, and there's a stumbling awkward moment as he fights to regain himself, another hijacker bearing down on him, but the wounds, they close over again in the blink of an eye, that smoke rising up from him in thick grey plumes, and he pushes out of his stumble to slam upwards, knock their head back with a sickening crack, neck broken and body dropping to the ground.
The Handler-- he does join in eventually, though he gives Giovanni a wide berth, shots fired from the pistol at his side, trying to 'help' Steph with her cluster of attackers.]
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(and he's not even the best of them, not by a wide margin, though the best of them turned tail and ran and so should it matter anymore? It still does).
The screams and shouts, the bright splatter of blood, the crunch and clatter of broken bones, it's like dark exquisite music to him and Giovanni's laughter continues to ring out across the dusty landscape as he whirls and spins and crushes them, one woman's skull shattering in his grip, fingers punching through bone into the soft grey matter hidden underneath.
More shots ring out, bullets catching him in the thigh, the knee, and there's a stumbling awkward moment as he fights to regain himself, another hijacker bearing down on him, but the wounds, they close over again in the blink of an eye, that smoke rising up from him in thick grey plumes, and he pushes out of his stumble to slam upwards, knock their head back with a sickening crack, neck broken and body dropping to the ground.
The Handler-- he does join in eventually, though he gives Giovanni a wide berth, shots fired from the pistol at his side, trying to 'help' Steph with her cluster of attackers.]