#fhr ward

[kidhellion]

Henchmen and mob boss crew + puppet

[unofficial-fhr-polls]

Ward vs Jake Manalo

Ward

Jake Manalo

Voting ended onJun 11, 2024

Propaganda:

Ward: sure he still fucks his ex but like, have you considered he is loyal to sidestep and has mods? also he's canadian, that has to count for something!

Jake Manalo: this man is so pathetic, he's taking L's left and right. AND YET he manages to score two bad bitches?

SHORT KING RIGHTS!!!! 👑

[currently-evil]

You gotta shot your shot, you might miss, you might actually anger your boss to the point of not getting christmass bonus, but you did shot your shot

MASTERPOST

[wonda-fhr]

For the Overprotective Dialogue prompts 32) “Get away from [them].” for Justin, thanks for your support @m3k-fhr 💕

Warning, it gets a little bloody under the read more break.

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He is only a henchman. But a panicked henchman, and that makes him dangerous.

You have no idea how Ward managed to get so blindsided and are eager to hear their explanation. But first you have to get them out of here without hurting them any more.

Ward's claw hand is defective and useless. The blood oozing from the head wound is not alarming. But the blood they cough up between agonizing, rattling breaths is enough to worry you.

The knife at Ward's throat trembles. The orders the henchman stammers out are more like a plea. He's the last of the three, the one who was lucky enough not to be here when you arrived, the one who arrived at just the right moment to cause complications. But his bleeding colleagues and the certainty of being outnumbered now have robbed him of all confidence.

"Please, get away from them. They belong to me, and I take care of my crew. I'm here for them so they don't end up like this." Your gaze falls on the battered bodies of the other two henchmen, who are only vaguely breathing. The panicked man can't see your smile under the helmet, but he can hear it in your voice despite the distorter. Confused by your friendly chatter, his eyes widen, he is ready to hesitate.

That's all you need, just that little window of readiness to reinforce his hesitation until you're in range. As you grab the knife hand, Ward rolls out of the way and remains leaning against the wall, coughing blood again.

The man, trapped in your strong grip, makes a desperate strike at you. Your reflex causes you to flinch for a moment, and you feel the wrist you are clutching break in the movement. He screams and falls to his knees in front of you.

"Oh, sorry. Unfortunately, pain can't always be avoided. But it'll be better in a minute. At least for a while." Your tone remains friendly, even if he can't hear your last words as you knock him down with a few well-aimed blows, his blood on your glove refreshing the dried ones of his comrades. Only when he is unconscious do you let go of the soft wrist and turn to the rescued person, who is trying strained to speak.

"Thanks for the rescue, boss. Sorry about that. The guy was behind me all of a sudden."

You take off the big helmet, give Ward your unwavering smile, and kneel down beside them. Gently, you examine their injuries before helping them to their feet, supporting their weight as best you can.

"You don't have to apologize or thank me. We're a team. A better one than these three were, it seems."

[punkrangerdraws]

As a mob boss you do at least have several people who can take care of you, but at what cost??