All in a Day’s Work [GTOP]
Another blow from the staff and the man’s skull gave a sharp crack, followed by a dull squish. As the body collapsed to the ground, Jiyong had to actually pull the weapon free from his victim’s head. “Tch, that looks painful,” he commented before looking in the direction of his victim’s cohorts. “I mean, I’m assuming it does,” he added with a laugh. “So who’s next?” Jiyong enticed, hearing their steps began to slowly recede.
As far as he was aware there were four of them. That’s what the settlement had told them at least. They came once a week and took nearly all their supplies on each visit. When one of the settlers stood up to them, she was killed and that was when the small settlement had had enough. The request had come to them only days afterwards, and the pair had made their way there to offer their protection.
Jiyong had tried to be diplomatic at first, but when one of the raiders pulled a gun, Jiyong had no option but to protect himself. Now, however, he was just going to rid the wasteland of a few more pieces of trash.
Jiyong allowed his staff to slide out of his hand, as far as he could before swiping it low to the ground, catching the feet of the fleeing raiders. Jiyong made swift work of them. His movements were fluid and artistic as he made a few more perfectly executed attacks. He paused, listening for any sound of movement, but he heard nothing. He lowered his staff and took a deep breath. He rubbed his hand across his face, trying to determine how much of their blood might have gotten on him.
It appeared that he had no idea that one of the men was still, although barely, conscious. The raider was reaching for his gun as Jiyong tapped his staff against the side of his boot to try and get as much blood and guts off of it as he could.
The whir of a bullet slicing through the air whizzed past Jiyong and penetrated the skull of his lingering victim with a sickening crack and splatter. Seunghyun leaned away from the site of his rifle, a puff of smoke escaping his lips as he smirked contentedly. The sun harshly beat down on the barren terrain, but the wind was cold and the dry breeze of the Wasteland shifted direction, carrying the scent of gunpowder and freshly lit, yet overwhelmingly stale tobacco towards Jiyong. As always, his guardian watched him with borderline voyeuristic delight.
Seunghyun was stretched out on his stomach, laying in the shade. Not of a tree, of course, considering their current atmosphere was a nuclear holocaust. The remnants of a building; really just the jutting corner of what used to be a sturdy brick wall, provided shade from the glaring sun and considerable cover from anyone else who might be observing the spectacle that usually accompanied his companion.
He reluctantly contracted his lanky form into a kneeling position and then gathered his belongs before standing up. His pace was always a saunter, but his long legs carried him smoothly to meet his counterpart. “It looked painful?” he quipped, voice deep and smooth as Nuka-cola. It was evident from the warmth in his tone that the joke never got old for him, as it apparently, also didn’t for Jiyong.
The soft rustling of fabric could be heard as Seunghyun rummaged through his pack until he found a scrap of clean-ish cloth, which he quickly doused in purified water. He took a step closer to Jiyong, his proximity decreasing to mere inches. His height, the width of his shoulders and his penetrating gaze were individually enough to alert even a blind man to his presence, but all three were unmissable; practically overwhelming.
“Did you have fun?” he asked softly, deep voice a rumbling purr as he gently dabbed and wiped the blood from Jiyong’s pretty face.
