After seeing this..
https://twitter.com/killuyang/status/587482095737384960/photo/1
I had to finish this silly sketch.
Lol at Angry damo hamster. This is sloppy but I dont care. RIP MY DRAWING HAND. -takes pain killers- Also that paint ball guy is half assed. BUT WHATEVER.
This idea was influenced by mokomithemomo and daikonjou doing the translation for Victory. For those who aren’t getting it, one of the guy voices that you pick in Freedom Wars [voice no. 13 I think] yells, “SHOURI DAAAAAAAAAAAAAA“ at the end of a successful mission. ....and he will literally yell everytime too.
Also decided to work on line quality with this one, since I have a habit of giving up half way and relying black and white or greyscale just to finish up the rest.
In which Damo is a cocky shit and Bear does bear things
The wind blew gently, ruffling the red hair that sprouted from the sinner’s head. He ran his left hand through it, the feeling of his thorn sliding across his scalp strange. It was his second day camped out on the ridge now-- watching, waiting. A few caravans had passed, but there were no signs of the raiding gangs. According to the higher-ups, groups of renegade Sinners were attacking supply convoys travelling between Panopticons. Bear had heard they were ruthless.
In fact, it was Bear who suggested their current plan of action. Each day, transports chugged their way slowly through the valley, each carrying not only supplies, but sinners as well. The plan was to ambush the raiding parties. Allied forces meant to accompany the escort were to act as bait while the friendly sinners in the cargo transport were to jump out and provide backup when things went south. Meanwhile, Bear and the ally camped out with him were to watch and keep their respective Panopticons briefed on any activity, rendering what assistance they could with special silenced sniper rifles.
He sighed, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders. The hard rock of the ridge was nearly as comfortable as his slab of a bed in his cell, but at least his cell had a roof. Being stuck under the uncomfortably wide sky for more than a day was a little maddening, especially with so little to do. Bear’s companion, at least, seemed to be feeling that way. They had tried to sleep in shifts yesterday, though Bear had trouble settling down under the unfamiliar sky. Come to think of it, he didn’t know how his partner was doing--
“You been sleepin’ alright, Damo?” he questioned, risking the man a worried glance.
“The fuck kinda question’s that?” came the huffy reply. “Feels like I’ve been asleep this entire fuckin mission.”
Bear continued to scan the road below through the scope of his SR-42. “I find it hard to sleep under this sky. Wondered if you felt the same.”
Damo clicked his teeth, scanning the mountains around the pass with his own sniper. “‘Course not. I’m too fucking bored to stay awake.”
Bear smiled slightly. He hoped Damo was, in fact, getting good sleep. If there was one good thing about being outside of the Panopticon for a mission, it was the fact that nobody was around to relegate their rest schedules. Nobody save their accessories, of course, who were a few meters behind them, watching the sinners intently and sitting ready at some sort of large communication device.
“Bored, huh?” the tired sinner echoed, still scanning the area below through his scope.
His smiled widened when he saw it-- a lone rock on the road through the cavern standing on its end. It was nothing special, of course, but maybe… “I hear you’re a good shot, Damo.”
The reply came as cocky as ever, oozing overconfidence. “Then you heard wrong. I’m not a good shot; I’m a great shot.”
Oh, yes. Bear’s grin was wide now. “Eleven o’clock. There’s a rock in the middle of the road. You see it?”
Bear glanced over as Damo adjusted his scope a little, zooming in on the rock he had pointed out. He wasn’t amused; a confused scowl was written across his features. “What about it?”
Damo’s bemusement only rustled Bear’s competitive side further. A glint lit up in his tired eyes. “We take turns taking shots at it. Whoever knocks it over wins.”
The arrogant soldier snickered, cradling his sniper rifle a little tighter. “You sure you can even hit the fuckin thing from here?”
Bear’s rifle pushed his shoulder as he pulled the trigger, the snick of the silenced rifle barely audible as the bullet flew. It sailed forward, slicing a chip out of one side of the upstanding stone. It had been close to missing-- but close to missing is still a hit. “Your shot,” he smiled, returning the arrogance by mustering some of his own.
Another bullet sliced through the air, this one smashing right into the center of the rock. It left a small crater, light cracks running up the tiny boulder. Damo didn’t say anything-- it was an expected hit. Nothing but the best from him, after all. His grin was more challenging than any words could ever be.
Bear lined up to fire again, aiming to cut Damo’s bullet right down the middle. He slowed his breathing, tried to gauge the wind speed…
Phsst.
Again, Bear’s bullet went a little off, burrowing into the top of the stone instead of the center. He thought he saw it shift a little, though. If Damo’s shot didn’t topple the rock, perhaps he still had a chance to win.
Just as thoughts of victory crossed his mind, Damo had fired his second shot.
Bear’s eyes widened in surprise, his face lighting up and his jaw dropping. Damo’s second shot had found its mark again, cutting through his first shot and shattering the now-fragile rock into smaller splinters. The goal had been to knock it over, but Damo had won in a much more spectacular fashion.
The marksman looked over at Bear, his signature cocky grin plastered on his face as he slammed a clean cartridge into the rifle. His victory had been assured, after all. Damo was surprised that the less-skilled soldier hadn’t noticed that. Bear must’ve heard the rumours if he asked about them.
Surprisingly enough, though, Damo’s arrogant smile was returned. Bear’s face was beaming, his features soft. He clapped his new friend on the shoulder happily. “That was an amazing shot!” he gasped, not bothering to contain the excitement tinging his voice. “You really do have damn great aim. Ice cream on me when we get back to the PT-- you’re certainly earned it after pulling that shit.”
Bear sure was lucky to have skilled allies like these. He went back to scanning the area below-- but his eyes were less tired, and his smile wasn’t fading.
What a strange fuckin guy, Damo thought, somewhat startled by Bear’s genuine grin. What a strange fuckin guy.
