Guard duty for the Mafia was hardly something that Terra was going to put on his resume. It was a long night, but unfortunately after a previous fiasco, the DtE gang had some favors to pay up, and standing watch over this new shipment was on that list. In the midst of it all, was a very angry Terra, who was literally seething to the point that none of his friends wanted to stand too close to him for fear of him lashing at them, both verbally and physically.
Of course, even with his anger as fierce as it was, he would not stop protecting his friends to the best of his abilities, but even that would not help from what came next. Slowly, Terra began to notice the silence around them, the Mafia designated guards suddenly going quiet. It was a disturbing unease that he felt, as though something very wrong was about to happen. That’s when he attacked, the man in the mask.
Before he could even acknowledge what had happened, his friends were laid flat on the ground, beaten and broken on the ground like they were nothing but toddlers. Terra could only look on the scene, stunned and amazed. There was so much skill, so much refined ability behind the brief conflict. Any person with half a brain would have given up then and there, but looking upon the prone forms of the people he had promised to protect, Terra only felt rage.
“They’re kids, you lunatic! You could have killed them! You want my cooperation?! Then we’ll do it your way!”
The only weapon he had on him was a baton, which expanded once in his grip. Terra loathed using firearms, and thankfully, he doubted that it would mean much in a contest against this one. This would be a fight of strength to skill. With teeth gritted, he charged in, taking a swing at his enemy, not aware of just how one-sided this whole contest would be…
