[He'd come here to trade - arms for information, at the very least. Having to threaten dismemberment not once, but working on the fifth time since his arrival, because the morons were too drunk to not realize a pretty face does not equal a quick lay and it's easy to see Kanda's barely there restraints on his temper are utterly shot.
Evident, in the way he'd just flicked his firearm from stun to max kill setting, before he heard Itsuki's voice.
A sharp elbow to the diaphragm and a kick to the side of the offending bastard's knee wins him some space, before he finally glances at the informant with a narrowed gaze.]
You. What the hell are you going to do that a bolt to the head can't?
Part 1 | Day 6, late evening
Evident, in the way he'd just flicked his firearm from stun to max kill setting, before he heard Itsuki's voice.
A sharp elbow to the diaphragm and a kick to the side of the offending bastard's knee wins him some space, before he finally glances at the informant with a narrowed gaze.]
You. What the hell are you going to do that a bolt to the head can't?