ā You really donāt know when to shut the fuck up, do you, Tucker? You certainly canāt seem to grasp the situation youāre in. Allow us to remind you.
{ Arms sweeping wide to the scene before him; a gesture to Tucker there, sprawled & pinned down to the ground by Locusā foot. His weight that, if pressure is applied just the slightest bit more, bone would easily give. Locus is as densely muscular as he is tall &, the mercenary knows from experience, weighs more than most as a result.
Of course heād been there the entire time; perhaps taking a sick satisfaction in watching his partner inflict harm upon a mutual enemy. It wasnāt often he got to admire the soldierās work, though perhaps this is due to his own impatience & his inability to sit still or stand aside. Tremors below the surface of his flesh, blood coursing, mind & body screaming to take action.
Annihilate him.
Calm on the surface as he moves. Fluid & nothing less than predatory as he approaches. One step. Two. A third. Steeled boot pressing down on a surface not quite so even as the rest of the ground & he adjusts to keep his balance as he moves past. Itās Tuckerās knee & momentarily his entire weight bears down upon it as he moves. Intentional. Lingers a moment longer before he slams that foot down on the offensive knee before taking his proper place beside his partner.Ā Ā }
āĀ Youāre no longer in a position to resist, so Iād do as Locus says.
Tucker sucks in a breath as Felix approaches. Alright, this isā¦ probably about the worst position he could be in right now. He shifts, trying to get his arm free from where Locus still has him pinned, but thereās no give there. Fuck fuck fuck. Glaring straight up, he tries to force himself calm, ignoring the frantic thudding of his heart in his ears. If it was just Locus, that would be one thing, but noā¦ Felix has to be there too. And he likes to play with his food.
He knows whatās going to happen a second before he does and bites down hard on the inside of his cheek, managing to half muffle the sharp noise of pain that bursts out of him. His mouth tastes like blood and thereās a sharp, horrible feeling all through his right leg. So much for just running the fuck away. Heāll be lucky if he can limp away from this mess. Goddamn it.
āFuck you,ā he hisses out, spitting blood that coats his visor. Augh, gross. Alright, that was kind of stupid. But he needs it not in his mouth.
Shifting, he gets the elbow of his left arm firm against the ground, little sparks of pain still bursting along his forearm as he tries to push himself up a little. He glares at Felix from behind his now admittedly disgusting visor. āMake me, motherfucker.ā
Itās stupid and going to get him fucked up even worse, but thereās no way heās just going to lay there and take it. He activates his sword and jerks it toward Locusās leg with as much movement as he can get with his pinned arm.
ć He can feel his partnerās approach, knows the danger hidden behind that
Ā Ā faux calm. He knows Felix, knows the tempest that rages just beneath
Ā Ā the surface. Has felt that rage directed at him once or twice before, and
Ā Ā though he bared his own teeth and fought back, he knows that build isnāt
Ā Ā for show, those words arenāt meaningless.
Ā Ā Ignores the crunch of bone, ignores the sharp hiss from the armor below
Ā Ā him.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ( donāt ignore do spark of annoyance in your chest,
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā locus, but do nothing about it for now. this thing
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā below you has no right to express pain; itās just
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā armor. you are just armor. you do not cry out, why
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā should this thing be allowed to? )
Ā Ā The armor below him shifts and he shifts with it, gaze still on the plating,
Ā Ā watching closer now that his partner is within armās reach. Bristled,
Ā Ā growled as Tucker continued to disrespect Felix; he really is rather dull.
Ā Ā And then Tuckerās moving again, the sound of static and the taste of
Ā Ā burning ozone, warning signs in his peripherals and he reacts, knee jerk.
Ā Ā Leans his weight away, boot still down on his arm, and shoots five rounds
Ā Ā into his shoulder, rapid fire. Aimed for the soft meat below his collarbone,
Ā Ā for the small square of flesh just beside the ball socket of the humerus.
Ā Ā Allowed his boot to move in those immediate few seconds, stepping down
Ā Ā on Tuckerās wrist and putting his weight on it, balancing on it. Kicked out
Ā Ā with his other boot and struck the trooper under the chin, bared teeth but
Ā Ā controlled, explosive anger. Though he looked at Tucker, he spoke to
Ā Ā Felix, grit in his voice, crunching gravel, a snarling beast. ć
Ā» Were this a month ago, I would have been more
Ā willing to let this PEST go. Iād suggest we destroy
Ā it before it causes more damage.
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