[It's over all too quickly. Giovanni makes short work of the remaining hijackers closest to him, one lunging for him with a kamikaze scream but he steps to the side in a smooth fluid movement, grabs them by the neck and twists, the sound of it ringing loud in his ears and vibrating through wrists and elbows and down to the murky core of him, his grin a wide gash across his face.
The last two, they try desperately to scrabble back into their vehicle, make a panicked getaway, but Giovanni spins on his heel and leaps for them, slamming into one and bringing her to the ground, hand punching through her chest and crushing her lungs and the blood rises black from the open wound of her mouth and it's so beautiful, all this red, all this carnage. The last one manages to make it inside, slams on the accelerator, but it's only a moment before Unit 68 is on his feet again, and this time he reaches for the pistol holstered at his thigh, aims with terrifying precision, pulls the trigger. It catches the would-be escapee in the throat, leaves him gurgling wetly and slumped over the wheel as he bleeds out. With a look of manic excitement in his eyes Giovanni spins round, sees Steph and the Handler, steps forward--
--but he catches himself. Holds still, even before the Handler pointlessly raises the Bite, takes a small step back. Giovanni, he's breathing hard, but not from exertion no, just from the electric thrill that still pulses through him, knocks hollow behind his ribs and yes he's still smiling a wide and terrible smile, teeth smeared with blood. Yet he makes no attempt to harm them.
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The last two, they try desperately to scrabble back into their vehicle, make a panicked getaway, but Giovanni spins on his heel and leaps for them, slamming into one and bringing her to the ground, hand punching through her chest and crushing her lungs and the blood rises black from the open wound of her mouth and it's so beautiful, all this red, all this carnage. The last one manages to make it inside, slams on the accelerator, but it's only a moment before Unit 68 is on his feet again, and this time he reaches for the pistol holstered at his thigh, aims with terrifying precision, pulls the trigger. It catches the would-be escapee in the throat, leaves him gurgling wetly and slumped over the wheel as he bleeds out. With a look of manic excitement in his eyes Giovanni spins round, sees Steph and the Handler, steps forward--
--but he catches himself. Holds still, even before the Handler pointlessly raises the Bite, takes a small step back. Giovanni, he's breathing hard, but not from exertion no, just from the electric thrill that still pulses through him, knocks hollow behind his ribs and yes he's still smiling a wide and terrible smile, teeth smeared with blood. Yet he makes no attempt to harm them.
When he speaks, his voice is a calm, even thing.]
Well, that was fun.