@mechfighter CONTINUED from X
Laughter rumbled through him, shaking massive shoulders before he was interrupted by a sickly cough. Why was she trying to LIE? To act all tough. Hard to make it believable when she was hardly any bigger than the junker’s arm ( actually, now that Roadhog glanced at her again, she might be SMALLER. pitiful ). His scrap gun was feeling awfully light, low on ammo, that would teach him to kill for complete strangers. For a moment, the masked man beast was more focused on his hook, a violent jerk of his wrist enough to get it out of the mangled corpse lying before him.
Firearm now hanging at his waist, hook still in hand, thick fingers idly scraping at bits of flesh, eyes fixed on the OUTSIDER, hidden behind dirty lenses.
❝Lost little girls might be even easier to SLAUGHTER.❞ He didn’t want any of her attitude, the sooner it shattered, the better. Her entire look, her jumpsuit, she stood out so painfully in the Outback, just enough to get him curious. ❝Don’t get cocky. Not here. Not with me.❞
