[And there it is, as Julius has rightly discerned-- he's been bred for wanton violence, something hammered down into his bones and, some might say, the job has been done a little too well because left to his own devices he would show no signs of restraint. Would kill them all, perhaps those trying to herd the sick and mentally unhinged, blinded by the bloodlust that makes him what he is. It isn't unknown for those among the Cerberus Unit to do exactly that-- hence the Dog Bite blade, not so much a cruelty as a necessity.
But for Giovanni, at least, orders take precedence over his own desires.]
Yes, Sir.
[there's the hint of something gleeful and hungry in the low drawl of his voice, and Giovanni waits for no further instructions before he picks up speed to a staggering degree, too swift to rightly be called human. And then he he leaps, slamming into the crazed individual leading the charge against them, brings them both crashing to the ground.
There's so little effort involved in the way he twists the man underneath him, pins him prone to the ground, grabs up both arms and pulls them up behind his back until the sick sound of bones breaking rings out between them and rushes through him and the feelings in him then, they're beautiful. There's the twisted cry of pain from the man trapped under Giovanni's weight and the merciless pressure applied to both arms but even then, the sick man is snapping like something feral and rabid, trying to reach the Dog that keeps him pinned.
Giovanni pays him no mind, and his laughter rings out hot and stark all through the empty air.]
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But for Giovanni, at least, orders take precedence over his own desires.]
Yes, Sir.
[there's the hint of something gleeful and hungry in the low drawl of his voice, and Giovanni waits for no further instructions before he picks up speed to a staggering degree, too swift to rightly be called human. And then he he leaps, slamming into the crazed individual leading the charge against them, brings them both crashing to the ground.
There's so little effort involved in the way he twists the man underneath him, pins him prone to the ground, grabs up both arms and pulls them up behind his back until the sick sound of bones breaking rings out between them and rushes through him and the feelings in him then, they're beautiful. There's the twisted cry of pain from the man trapped under Giovanni's weight and the merciless pressure applied to both arms but even then, the sick man is snapping like something feral and rabid, trying to reach the Dog that keeps him pinned.
Giovanni pays him no mind, and his laughter rings out hot and stark all through the empty air.]