A bruised ego had been one matter.
“Suppose that's a reminder what playing fair'll get a man like me.”
First to go down in the coliseum, utterly one sided. Nothing to do with the agency - Requital higher ups finding any excuse to keep from passing work his way since.
A splitting electrical hiss emanates from the small box, barely kept together by twine, the dead man's own poor soldering.
Dials precariously laced into position, picked up a tune from the distant city's airwaves.
@PartyTrickAqua Cigar's were had enough to get out here, and the old merc does everything to not dwell on where they come from, or have been through.
“Some of us try to enjoy the quiet.”
Her whole person, loud on the ears and eyes.
Keeping eye contact with the younger knight, a snicker came from the man while expelling spent brass out the cylinder, and replaced.
“Packs a hell of a punch too.
Death in the hand of the common man. Ain't it nifty?”
Her eyes almost instantly widened at the loud sound the weapon would make,
She jumped slightly clearly not expecting such a loud sound to come from it.
"HEH?!"
Soon after the small of the air filled her nostrils...
It resembled fire magic...
Kind of...?