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5. Torturing someone
A heavily mechanical sound rolled from the Quincy’s throat, sound half like a chuckle and the ticking of metal. And why wouldn’t he laugh? Why would he be happy, with a Sternritter at his complete and total mercy? It had been the mouthy and temperamental Bazz-B — brought low.
Easy prey for a hunter.
He was still alive, but not for long, and in no where near good shape. Badly banged up when he’d found him, maybe the cyborg would’ve carried the stupid rooster back to Silbern for a proper execution, but the fucker just had to open his mouth. A mouth, half of which, Sven had between his claws while his free hand carved lines, some sour words or just random, angry lines into the body of the Sternritter, slow and unhurried.
When there was no more canvas, Sven readied his claws to sink into The Heat’s skull, and pry out one of his eyes. Hard to look down on someone if you didn’t have those, right? However, the reiatsu of the Explode gave him pause, and it was too strong for her to have simply been in the general area. No, when he turned his head and stood to his full height, the Sternritter was staring right at him.
Covered in blood over a dead Bazz-B.
