@drvnkenxshot | continued from: x
As much as he was entertained by the thought of causing his enemies misery, even petty ploys would run their course and conclude. After matching every stride the enemy made on the journey to thwart his ambitions with a liberal helping of grief, at some point along the way Jack stopped fiddling with the vault hunter’s emotions, tasting the same, wicked tang of bereavement himself with the loss of his daughter.
Mindful that certain scores remained unsettled, the tyrant proved to be communicative if nothing else, an act that would draw suspicion, if not from the slightly mocking tone used than for the fierce glare that dominated odd coloured hues.
“Scared? Me? You must be mistaken, pal. Handsome Jack doesn’t get scared. Nah, if anything it’s you who should be on edge. ‘Cuz I’ll chop your damn head off just like your winged rat buddy if this little detour of yours turns out to be a farce.”