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It is important to note that he cannot actually use the scope with that helmet. He is very stupid. Both of these things are crucial to the vibe. To raise the visor such that he could actually (sort of) use the scope he would also be on some level guilty of wrongthink himself, and whether or not he does this is dependent upon the specific author and how they want to portray the character: a hardass rebellious free thinker will raise the visor to shoot the orphan, and perhaps consider feeling bad about it. A hardass righteous warrior will keep the visor down, shoot the orphan anyway by virtue of their great faith, and feel satisfaction. Neither will ever either miss or simply not shoot the orphan, regardless of the author or the character.
It is also worth noting that the aforementioned orphan, while very much being an orphan and thus deserving of pity, is also tearing a hole in the skein of reality with their wrongthink, because the orphan’s wrongthink provided a way for demons to possess the orphan, and now the poor child is a twisted monstrosity that can and will rip a grown map into pieces and then devour those pieces, along with the man’s soul.
Jaune and Cinder are locked in a fight to the death when Jaune, weaponless, manages to get his hands around her throat and start choking her out.
Cinder, on the ground, gasping for air: “P-please…”
Jaune: “Don’t you dare beg for mercy! After everything you’ve done, the chaos you’ve caused, the people you’ve killed! The friends I’ve lost because of YOU! Don’t you dare think you have any right TO ASK ME FOR MERCY!”
Cinder: “J-Jaune… p-pl-please…”
Cinder: “Harder~”
Jaune: …
…
“Fine, but don’t be weird about it.”
Squeezes harder
Cinder, wheezing: “Oniisan~”
Jaune: lets her go, stands up, walks away. “I’m out.”
Chapter 6 of ‘The Ultimate Protector’ is still underway. I was away from the house the week before last, and my girlfriend was visiting this past week, so I haven’t had many chances to sit down and write. But here’s yet another sneak peak of the chapter! Enjoy!
Shadow weaved through traffic as Amy squealed gleefully, arms tight around his waist.
The motorcycle may not have been as fast as him, but there was a feel to driving a vehicle that you couldn't get on your own two feet. The rumble and roar of the engine, feeling it move as you guided it. Shadow enjoyed moving under his own power, and if he ever needed to get somewhere quickly then there was little substitute for doing it himself. But when he wanted to take it easy and enjoy his journey Shadow took his bike out.
That was something Sonic would never understand. The Dark Rider wasn't about speed. It was about the peace that Shadow found in riding.
If nothing else, Amy seemed to be enjoying it too. "Shadow!" She squealed as he slipped through a gap between two cars, narrowly avoiding clipping either by scant inches. "Be careful!" Despite her words, Amy's tone was far from scolding or worried.
So he smirked, pushed a little more power into the engine, and went even faster. He was rewarded with an excited scream from Amy as she clung tightly to him.
Shadow would be the first to admit that he held road safety laws in mild disdain, much to G.U.N.'s chagrin. That wasn't to say he was completely dismissive of them, or of other drivers or pedestrians. It was simply that those laws had been written for people who didnt have the reaction time of a picosecond, and couldn't casually run faster than the speed of sound. The Dark Rider's top speed was roughly a hundred and twenty miles per hour. If he pushed more chaos energy into it he could get it up to over two hundred. He theorized he could go faster than that, maybe even get it close to his own top speed with enough power. Though the bike likely would not survive that.
For most other people, over a hundred MPH was blisteringly fast. For Shadow, that was a casual stroll. So he weaved through traffic with little care, confident he could avoid causing a collision. Still, he did usually show some level of respect for road laws. He (sometimes) stopped at a red light, for example.
But not tonight. Shadow blazed through a four way intersection and narrowly avoided four different cars with deft movements. Amy's giddy laughter in his ear urged him on, so he drove faster and put aside what little regard he had for road laws in favor of earning more of her happiness.
He could feel how close she was to him. Her chest against his back, her arms around his waist, and her lips a hairs breadth from his cheek, every gasp and shriek of delight as he pulled a breathtaking maneuver egging him on.
Shadow was showing off for Amy. He wanted to impress her, and do so in a way Sonic couldn't. He almost forgot where they were going, so focused was he on her that he nearly missed his turn. He realized at the last moment and turned hard, tires squealing and kicking up smoke as the bike went almost parallel with the street before righting and roaring down the lane, popping a wheelie just because he could, much to Amy's delight.
Five minutes later Shadow reached his destination. He hit the brakes and spun a perfect one eighty into a parking spot. Amy giggled wildly, still clinging tightly to him. "S-Shadow, that was... wow."
"I'm glad you think so," he replied, glancing back at her over his shoulder. His eyes met hers, scant inches between them. Her eyes shone with glee, her lips curled in a bright smile.
He suddenly felt the powerful and foolish urge to close that distance and kiss her.
Before he could act on that urge Amy untangled her arms from around his waist and leaned back from him, glancing away. "Here we are!" She exclaimed awkwardly. "Where is here...?"
Shadow looked away to hide his blazing embarrassment. What had he been thinking?! Amy had agreed to come out with him, and he had nearly ruined their good time on a stupid impulse decision. All that Chaos energy I absorbed must have fried my brain.
"It's a burger joint. I like to come here after a successful mission. If you want good food, you won't find better in Central City."
"Sounds delicious." He glanced at her as he got off the bike and was rewarded with a shy smile. "Lead the way."
If you know anything about Warhammer 40K, then consider: Custodian Guard Pyrrha and her arming serf bf Jaune. She can (and has) walked around with him sitting on one shoulder.
I know nothing about 40K, but this is a very funny mental image with the context of them being the same size
Custodians are much bigger than humans, roughly twice the size. But I do agree that your mental image is funnier. She carries him into battle like a standard.
Pyrrha Nikos is a member of the Adeptus Custodes from Warhammer 40K.
Incredibly skilled, regarded as being ‘invincible’, red cloth, brown leather, gold metal (technically bronze, I know, but let me have this), uses a spear that is also a gun.
Dies epically in a climactic final battle for the fate of her people.
Chapter 6 of 'The Ultimate Protector' is currently underway. Been a bit delayed thanks to some real life stuff keeping me from being able to sit down and write much, but until I've finished it, have a little sneak peak of the next chapter!
Shadow's bike was parked on the second floor of the garage. He got on and settled into place, patting the seat behind him. "Hop on."
Amy clambered on behind him and paused, realizing an issue. "Uh.. where should I hold on to?"
"Just wrap your arms around me," Shadow said curtly, not looking at her.
Amy couldn't help the blush that spread across her face. "A-are you sure?"
"I offered, didn't I?"
"Y-yeah." She cleared her throat. Cool and collected. "Not a problem." She slipped her arms around Shadow's waist, but couldn't get a good hold. Shadow's quills were in the way, keeping her from getting close.
Shadow shifted, tilting his head and dropping his shoulder a bit. "Rest your head here."
Amy went from pink to scarlet. "O-okay," she squeaked, scooting in close. Her chest pressed against his back as she set her chin on his shoulder. Her arms slipped around his waist. This close to Shadow, Amy caught a peculiar but pleasant scent. Was that lavender?
"Comfortable?" Shadow asked, glancing over his shoulder at her. Their faces were practically side by side. If she wanted to kiss him all she'd have to do is turn her head a bit.
"Mhm!" She squeaked, not trusting herself with words at the moment. He had no idea just how comfortable she was right now.
"Good." The Ultimate Lifeform gripped the handlebars and sparks of chaos energy leapt from his fingers. The bike suddenly roared to life, though Amy hadn't seen him turn a key.
"How did you do that?" She asked over the rumble of the engine.
"I've made some modifications," Shadow explained. "I swapped the engine for a Chaos Drive. I can keep the Dark Rider powered with minimal effort so long as I'm touching it."
"Ooh, that's a cool name!" She smiled giddily, excited for her first bike ride. "Now what do we do?"
"Now..." Shadow hit Amy with a roguish smile that made her heart skip a beat. "You hold on."
The Dark Rider peeled out of the garage, engine roaring and tires squealing.
Shadow: “Apparently someone has been leaking classified intel to Eggman. Everyone here is under investigation by G.U.N.”
Amy: “That’s crazy! No one here is a mole.”
Shadow: “How can you be so sure?”
Amy: “Because I know these guys. I know everything about them.”
Shadow: “You’re a poor G.U.N. agent if you think people can’t surprise you.”
Amy: “Not these people. Here, watch this. I know what everyone is gonna do tonight. It’s Thursday, so Rouge is going to leave early to steal the Master Emerald again.”
Amy: “Tails is going to be going over his weekly budget.”
Amy: “And Sonic will be attending a ‘Pizza For One’ cooking class.”
Sonic: “Tonight’s menu: pepper-alone-i.”
Amy: “And! If I run and leap at Knuckles he will most certainly catch me in his arms.”
Amy, charging at Knuckles: “Coming in!”
Knuckles: “No I’m holding coffee-!” Drops his mug, catches Amy.
