[Whereas Giovanni keeps going, ranging ahead with unnatural speed and grace, follows the thick of the rioting with more clattering shots from his pistols, urgency increasing in him with each death that occurs at his hands. It takes a while for him to realise that there's no sign, anymore, of his Handler, that through the stink of blood and rubble and death he can't even pick up his scent.
He should search for him, he knows. He should-- and yet all around him the riots continue, violence spreading in an inimical wave and their objective had been to quell the disorder through any means at their disposal. Beyond that, he wants it, sick excitement rising up in him, pushing him further harder faster.
And so there's only a brief moment's pause before he continues, hurling himself into the unruly fray with wild and rising abandon.]
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He should search for him, he knows. He should-- and yet all around him the riots continue, violence spreading in an inimical wave and their objective had been to quell the disorder through any means at their disposal. Beyond that, he wants it, sick excitement rising up in him, pushing him further harder faster.
And so there's only a brief moment's pause before he continues, hurling himself into the unruly fray with wild and rising abandon.]