Post by |The SHAKINATOR| on Feb 13, 2011 16:56:03 GMT -5
A man was sitting back, dressed in a casual blue, sleeveless leather jacket over a black t-shirt and black leather pants. He lay there on a wall, relaxing, not showing much concern to the carnage that was taking place. He had been given the order to join in with the pursuit of the so-called dangerous pirates but it hadn't really interested Dante much.
Dante wasn't one for listening to orders as he had a tendency to do his own thing most of the time as he believed he deserved to be ranked higher than his commanding officer. There was some trouble brewing around and his fellow marine's seemed to be distressed.
"Which idiot allowed these headless chickens to become a part of the marine forces?" Dante muttered to himself under his breath as he watched from a distance, as two mere pirates were making a fool out of the marine's that stood before them. It was idiots like these that were taking the reputation once held by the marine's and rubbing them in the dirt. This meant the way things were going, the marine's would be a mere after thought for criminals around the world. Which would mean his credibility as a marine would have no significance. This was something Remus Dante would not allow.
"Hey, sons of fools. Why don't you take a step back and I'll show you how to deal with punks like these. You're making a right nuisance of yourselves." Dante boasted as he stepped into the center stage. It was at that moment when he felt a strong wind fly past him as he instinctively dodged out of its way as he strode forward. He didn't bother looking behind because he immediately understood the power behind what he felt and the look on his face changed from unconcerned to shocked. A loud boom followed as Dante ducked to the ground, diving forward.
"You-son-of-a..." Dante got to his feet and immediately took his hands to the revolver's 'Zeus' and 'Hades' placed around his waist, drawing them in an instant. He looked toward the criminal known as Darius with intent on his face. "I'm going to give you till the count of three to make your escape before I launch these bullets to bust your ass." Dante warned his opponent before he whispering the word "... Three."
Two bullets flew from the revolvers at the disposal of Dante in the direction of the man responsible for the destruction around him.
Dante wasn't one for listening to orders as he had a tendency to do his own thing most of the time as he believed he deserved to be ranked higher than his commanding officer. There was some trouble brewing around and his fellow marine's seemed to be distressed.
"Which idiot allowed these headless chickens to become a part of the marine forces?" Dante muttered to himself under his breath as he watched from a distance, as two mere pirates were making a fool out of the marine's that stood before them. It was idiots like these that were taking the reputation once held by the marine's and rubbing them in the dirt. This meant the way things were going, the marine's would be a mere after thought for criminals around the world. Which would mean his credibility as a marine would have no significance. This was something Remus Dante would not allow.
"Hey, sons of fools. Why don't you take a step back and I'll show you how to deal with punks like these. You're making a right nuisance of yourselves." Dante boasted as he stepped into the center stage. It was at that moment when he felt a strong wind fly past him as he instinctively dodged out of its way as he strode forward. He didn't bother looking behind because he immediately understood the power behind what he felt and the look on his face changed from unconcerned to shocked. A loud boom followed as Dante ducked to the ground, diving forward.
"You-son-of-a..." Dante got to his feet and immediately took his hands to the revolver's 'Zeus' and 'Hades' placed around his waist, drawing them in an instant. He looked toward the criminal known as Darius with intent on his face. "I'm going to give you till the count of three to make your escape before I launch these bullets to bust your ass." Dante warned his opponent before he whispering the word "... Three."
Two bullets flew from the revolvers at the disposal of Dante in the direction of the man responsible for the destruction around him.