[It's petty and raw and ugly, the way they feed off each other, one punch leading into the next and before they know it the whole bar is at one another's throats. Petty and raw and ugly, yet even this has a certain simplistic appeal, something that gets Giovanni's heart pumping faster his blood running hotter and already he feels the swift ascending animal joy begin to rise up in him, threaten to take over.
For the moment at least, his external appearance remains cool and calm and collected, and when the large brute of a man rushes in towards his Company associate with a feral look and his skin giving off the sour stink of booze and adrenaline, Giovanni steps between them with quick precise movements. His arm flows upward, the heel of his palm slamming into the brute's nose and it breaks with a crack that sends shivers through him, a bone-deep pleasure he can't ignore. Blood splatters from the wound and the man falls back as Giovanni turns towards Fenris with all the casual ease of someone intending to inquire about the weather.]
What we ought to do is make an example of one or two of them. Shut the whole thing down in one fell swoop.
[There's a pause as he slams his leg out behind him without bothering to turn around, the scent of the man intending to smash a glass over his head enough of a tell to have him acting without the use of his sight. The man stumbles back, falls, surprised.]
What say we have a little fun?
[It'd mean breaking cover, exposing what he is to the crowd, but it'd put a stop to it all. It'd be satisfying. They only need to kill one or two...]
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For the moment at least, his external appearance remains cool and calm and collected, and when the large brute of a man rushes in towards his Company associate with a feral look and his skin giving off the sour stink of booze and adrenaline, Giovanni steps between them with quick precise movements. His arm flows upward, the heel of his palm slamming into the brute's nose and it breaks with a crack that sends shivers through him, a bone-deep pleasure he can't ignore. Blood splatters from the wound and the man falls back as Giovanni turns towards Fenris with all the casual ease of someone intending to inquire about the weather.]
What we ought to do is make an example of one or two of them. Shut the whole thing down in one fell swoop.
[There's a pause as he slams his leg out behind him without bothering to turn around, the scent of the man intending to smash a glass over his head enough of a tell to have him acting without the use of his sight. The man stumbles back, falls, surprised.]
What say we have a little fun?
[It'd mean breaking cover, exposing what he is to the crowd, but it'd put a stop to it all. It'd be satisfying. They only need to kill one or two...]