Post by mildofthewild on Jul 7, 2021 16:06:53 GMT -5
Time for work. He might moan if he wasn't feeling pent up at the moment; if anything, this was a chance for sweet release.
And what a release it was.
Remulo's arms shoot forth, sending a palm strike into both goons chins as they rushed forward. A shock travels from their neck to their skull, stunning both as their brains rattle from the impact as Remulo's hands reach forward and swipe the masks from their faces. Remulo's fingers soon scale each visage, gripping tightly into their skin as the assassin charges forward and slams both on the ground. Their heads collide with the cobblestone, sending another shock through their systems and leaving them down for the count, while giving 'R' no means of support.
His hands fall away, giving R the briefest glimpse of his partners' faces. A smooth patch of skin replaces where their mouths once were, both of them looking akin to rotund dolls as Gheata's bodyguard recollects himself. Fixing his tie, he casts another cold glance at R before turning his palms over, revealing two giggling smiles plastered across both. Tongues loll out in mockery of his target as Remulo dashes forward, R pulling his gun out in retaliation as he levels it at Remulo. He's fast, but who can outrun a bullet?!
His finger lights on the trigger, a brief moment of hesitation to line up the shot before he squeezes. A flash of white and a puff of humid air licks across his fingers as Remulo's hand grips the barrel, his other pointed at R's face. Time slows when one is in their final moments, even if they don't recognize it's theirs. What could realistically be one second ends up taking a minute, a horrifying realization once you recognize what is effectively causing your death. Like your own gun barrel pointing at your own temple, protruding from the hand of your assailant.
"Mouth Mouth Rebound."
BLAM!
A gunshot cracks through the black marketplace. A splatter of blood paints the stalls behind R as his head jerks back, blood seeping from under his mask as he falls backwards. He lands heavily, body like a sack of meat, and bleeding just the same as Remulo straightens back up, scowling from under his own mask at the red speckles lining his suit.
"Am I getting paid now? If so, we'll need to clean this." His eyes turn back to the two assailants, watching them regain their bearings as he walks over. "The Brick" was shaking the fog in his skull, flexing his fingers as "The Mortar," finally adjusts once more to the shadowy alley, looking up in time to see Remulo grip his brother's head and twist it. His eyes widen and a sickening CRACK accompanies his brother's life slipping away, his eyes rolling as he falls forward on his chest, eyes facing the sky in a grotesque morphing of physiology.
His eyes light on Barry, the man's breathing erratic as he watches his brother's lifeless body for a sign of movement. A twitch. Anything to signal this wasn't the end.
It didn't move.
The man turns at the sound of Remulo's feet, looking up the length of the assassin's legs as his suit seems to morph into the darkness of the alley, traveling up to the mask of death. It was like staring into two floating orbs, icy and without compassion. Pure evil.
His heart couldn't take the image, and it was the last thing he saw before the pounding in his chest stopped. He fell back, dead.
"...Performance review. How was that?" Remulo says, turning back to his boss, nonplussed and just as bored as he had been when they entered.
And what a release it was.
Remulo's arms shoot forth, sending a palm strike into both goons chins as they rushed forward. A shock travels from their neck to their skull, stunning both as their brains rattle from the impact as Remulo's hands reach forward and swipe the masks from their faces. Remulo's fingers soon scale each visage, gripping tightly into their skin as the assassin charges forward and slams both on the ground. Their heads collide with the cobblestone, sending another shock through their systems and leaving them down for the count, while giving 'R' no means of support.
His hands fall away, giving R the briefest glimpse of his partners' faces. A smooth patch of skin replaces where their mouths once were, both of them looking akin to rotund dolls as Gheata's bodyguard recollects himself. Fixing his tie, he casts another cold glance at R before turning his palms over, revealing two giggling smiles plastered across both. Tongues loll out in mockery of his target as Remulo dashes forward, R pulling his gun out in retaliation as he levels it at Remulo. He's fast, but who can outrun a bullet?!
His finger lights on the trigger, a brief moment of hesitation to line up the shot before he squeezes. A flash of white and a puff of humid air licks across his fingers as Remulo's hand grips the barrel, his other pointed at R's face. Time slows when one is in their final moments, even if they don't recognize it's theirs. What could realistically be one second ends up taking a minute, a horrifying realization once you recognize what is effectively causing your death. Like your own gun barrel pointing at your own temple, protruding from the hand of your assailant.
"Mouth Mouth Rebound."
BLAM!
A gunshot cracks through the black marketplace. A splatter of blood paints the stalls behind R as his head jerks back, blood seeping from under his mask as he falls backwards. He lands heavily, body like a sack of meat, and bleeding just the same as Remulo straightens back up, scowling from under his own mask at the red speckles lining his suit.
"Am I getting paid now? If so, we'll need to clean this." His eyes turn back to the two assailants, watching them regain their bearings as he walks over. "The Brick" was shaking the fog in his skull, flexing his fingers as "The Mortar," finally adjusts once more to the shadowy alley, looking up in time to see Remulo grip his brother's head and twist it. His eyes widen and a sickening CRACK accompanies his brother's life slipping away, his eyes rolling as he falls forward on his chest, eyes facing the sky in a grotesque morphing of physiology.
His eyes light on Barry, the man's breathing erratic as he watches his brother's lifeless body for a sign of movement. A twitch. Anything to signal this wasn't the end.
It didn't move.
The man turns at the sound of Remulo's feet, looking up the length of the assassin's legs as his suit seems to morph into the darkness of the alley, traveling up to the mask of death. It was like staring into two floating orbs, icy and without compassion. Pure evil.
His heart couldn't take the image, and it was the last thing he saw before the pounding in his chest stopped. He fell back, dead.
"...Performance review. How was that?" Remulo says, turning back to his boss, nonplussed and just as bored as he had been when they entered.