Post by cowboyjotaro on Apr 6, 2022 19:10:58 GMT -5
The Ring Renegade was taking to his new employment with aplomb. There were skulls to crack abound, the one in front of him holding a knife to the ship seller’s neck. Should he fail to receive that money, there would be no ship, and therefore no transportation - so much for their enterprise. R.R wasn’t worried. Instead, his silly grin only got sillier.
"H-he got lucky! Come on guys, there's no way this suit can take on all of us!" the rattled crowd had said. The half-fishman didn’t quite think so. It took a special kind of nerve to wear your main weapon around your neck and resting upon your chest. Such a sensitive area was left for armor or devoid of obstructions for easy movement, not a hair’s width away from sharp blades.
“Now! No sudden movements, or I’ll spill his blood all over the floor! He’s my hostage!” R.R’s adversary yelled out. The fishman watched his movements carefully, taking a slow step forward, and the assailant followed suit, gingerly stepping backwards, his Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed nothing by dry air.
Confident in his new boss’s abilities, in uncharacteristic fashion, the Ring Renegade decided to pause for a moment and consider his options. Rather than aiming for the most rational choice, however, he was seeking how he could derive the most thrills from what lay before him. He crouched for a second, stroking his chin, as deep in thought as someone raised in a gladiator ring could be.
“Listen here, I’ll make you a deal. My boss has decided to take matters into his own hands and deal with all of your colleagues behind me. Should he fail, I will lay down my weapon and surrender to all of you. The minute he dispatches all of your shady, no-good thief friends, though…I’m gonna hunt you. Sound good?”
Perhaps the most unsettling to the hostage taker wasn’t R.R’s insane proposition, but rather the very genuine smile that he flashed as he did so - he was enjoying himself.
"H-he got lucky! Come on guys, there's no way this suit can take on all of us!" the rattled crowd had said. The half-fishman didn’t quite think so. It took a special kind of nerve to wear your main weapon around your neck and resting upon your chest. Such a sensitive area was left for armor or devoid of obstructions for easy movement, not a hair’s width away from sharp blades.
“Now! No sudden movements, or I’ll spill his blood all over the floor! He’s my hostage!” R.R’s adversary yelled out. The fishman watched his movements carefully, taking a slow step forward, and the assailant followed suit, gingerly stepping backwards, his Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed nothing by dry air.
Confident in his new boss’s abilities, in uncharacteristic fashion, the Ring Renegade decided to pause for a moment and consider his options. Rather than aiming for the most rational choice, however, he was seeking how he could derive the most thrills from what lay before him. He crouched for a second, stroking his chin, as deep in thought as someone raised in a gladiator ring could be.
“Listen here, I’ll make you a deal. My boss has decided to take matters into his own hands and deal with all of your colleagues behind me. Should he fail, I will lay down my weapon and surrender to all of you. The minute he dispatches all of your shady, no-good thief friends, though…I’m gonna hunt you. Sound good?”
Perhaps the most unsettling to the hostage taker wasn’t R.R’s insane proposition, but rather the very genuine smile that he flashed as he did so - he was enjoying himself.