Post by ❰ Misha ❱ on Feb 25, 2012 4:39:47 GMT -5
Salvion twisted his head from side to side, searching for any clue that might give him a hint to where Julius had went. Salvion had seen the man fiery and thoroughly drunk so it was possible that he'd gone home but that just didn't seem right to Salvion. His gut instinct could smell trouble a few miles away, and right now the air was heavy with it. He'd known Julius for only a day but that had been enough time for him to get a pretty good idea of the man's habits and personality. He didn't seem like the kind to just disappear to home by himself without a good bye, and even drunk he knew how dangerous the streets were.
Salvion strode a few more steps before he heard a noise behind him. He turned to see the door being busted open by a small gang of people. At first, the darkness obscured their faces and features from his view, but once they set foot inside the bar, the light helped him make out more features of the small group, at least from the back. Set in the middle was a gentleman who looked to be garbed in a pristine white suit. The other 2 wore plain black business attire and they stood to the sides of the white man, though Salvion could still see them through the door from where he stood outside the bar.
“Alright I will give everyone to the count of ten to get the hell out of this place." Salvion heard from the man in the middle. Instantly, Salvion's brows furrowed and the once cheerful mood of the bar was gone. His eyes focused more intensely and in the hands of the man he could just make out the shape of a gun held in the man's hands. His right hand retreated to his back around the silver gun he had holstered there while his left hand clenched into a tight fist. One thing about serving in the militia on his home island was that he spent every waking night and day serving civilians. It'd become a personal obligation to him to ensure that nobody innocent was harmed, although he hated the navy and the marines. As much as he despised everything the government stood for, he considered people who killed civilians a waste of flesh and blood.
Before he could pull the gun out from its holster though, something unexpected happened. A large spray of blood suddenly burst forth from the man's torso in the front. Salvion couldn't see who'd caused it but he could spot the blood that had emerged from the man's body even from behind him and at a fair distance away.
The other two men looked surprised at whoever had done so, but for some reason delayed for a second. Seizing the opportunity, Salvion withdrew his right hand gun from it's holster and held it out in front of him. He didn't need to waste time lining up the shot, he knew exactly through instinct how high he needed to hold his gun and exactly what point he should be aiming at. There was a flash of movement inside the bar, but Salvion pulled the trigger twice before the full movement could be completed.
"BANG BANG!!!" The gunshots echoed almost simultaneously. The first one was shot perfectly at the first man on the left, aimed to perfection to pierce his left shoulder. His aim was a tiny bit off on the second man, but that didn't make it any less of a deadly shot, going right straight at the man's neck.
As soon as the second shot was fired Salvion lowered the gun and fast walked over to the bar. He did owe the man for giving him a pass on his bill and he was now curious about who'd suddenly sliced up the man in white.
Cautiously, Salvion strode back into the Quacking Duck and gazed around at everyone still assembled. The first thing he noted was that the panic had ceased. A lot of them were staring at another person, a white-haired boy. The facts clicked together when Salvion saw the rather small blade he was carrying. In height, the boy was rather diminutive and had a very odd look about him.
Salvion glanced around the bar once more, some of the people had managed to evacuate while some still remained frozen where they sat. He didn't see many people who were hurt, though he mentally noted to check that later on. From the remaining bar patrons, Salvion took a dismissive kind of glance at the odd-looking boy again before turning his attention to the bar tender and began looking for any dead bodies.
Salvion strode a few more steps before he heard a noise behind him. He turned to see the door being busted open by a small gang of people. At first, the darkness obscured their faces and features from his view, but once they set foot inside the bar, the light helped him make out more features of the small group, at least from the back. Set in the middle was a gentleman who looked to be garbed in a pristine white suit. The other 2 wore plain black business attire and they stood to the sides of the white man, though Salvion could still see them through the door from where he stood outside the bar.
“Alright I will give everyone to the count of ten to get the hell out of this place." Salvion heard from the man in the middle. Instantly, Salvion's brows furrowed and the once cheerful mood of the bar was gone. His eyes focused more intensely and in the hands of the man he could just make out the shape of a gun held in the man's hands. His right hand retreated to his back around the silver gun he had holstered there while his left hand clenched into a tight fist. One thing about serving in the militia on his home island was that he spent every waking night and day serving civilians. It'd become a personal obligation to him to ensure that nobody innocent was harmed, although he hated the navy and the marines. As much as he despised everything the government stood for, he considered people who killed civilians a waste of flesh and blood.
Before he could pull the gun out from its holster though, something unexpected happened. A large spray of blood suddenly burst forth from the man's torso in the front. Salvion couldn't see who'd caused it but he could spot the blood that had emerged from the man's body even from behind him and at a fair distance away.
The other two men looked surprised at whoever had done so, but for some reason delayed for a second. Seizing the opportunity, Salvion withdrew his right hand gun from it's holster and held it out in front of him. He didn't need to waste time lining up the shot, he knew exactly through instinct how high he needed to hold his gun and exactly what point he should be aiming at. There was a flash of movement inside the bar, but Salvion pulled the trigger twice before the full movement could be completed.
"BANG BANG!!!" The gunshots echoed almost simultaneously. The first one was shot perfectly at the first man on the left, aimed to perfection to pierce his left shoulder. His aim was a tiny bit off on the second man, but that didn't make it any less of a deadly shot, going right straight at the man's neck.
As soon as the second shot was fired Salvion lowered the gun and fast walked over to the bar. He did owe the man for giving him a pass on his bill and he was now curious about who'd suddenly sliced up the man in white.
Cautiously, Salvion strode back into the Quacking Duck and gazed around at everyone still assembled. The first thing he noted was that the panic had ceased. A lot of them were staring at another person, a white-haired boy. The facts clicked together when Salvion saw the rather small blade he was carrying. In height, the boy was rather diminutive and had a very odd look about him.
Salvion glanced around the bar once more, some of the people had managed to evacuate while some still remained frozen where they sat. He didn't see many people who were hurt, though he mentally noted to check that later on. From the remaining bar patrons, Salvion took a dismissive kind of glance at the odd-looking boy again before turning his attention to the bar tender and began looking for any dead bodies.
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