58. DEFEND: for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants.
Now isn't this interesting? He gets out of the grasp of that spidery bitch and is thrown into an alleyway only to be met with a knife at his face and the people offering to give him new scars. Do they want money? Of course, they do but it doesn't grow on trees and he didn't exactly keep ahold of money in the Entity's Realm. Leaning back against the concrete wall, he breathes out a low sigh before he grins.
It's comical, really, the fact these shitstains think they can take down one of the original Ghostfaces. Sure, when he was a fucking teenager but he's not anymore. He's aged in the realm like fine wine and refined his kills down to an art form of gore and agony. It only takes a second for him to barrel into the first man, fist colliding into his face and not stopping.
He doesn't stop even as the other two try to yank him off and kick into his sides. He doesn't stop even when he feels the man's face BREAK under the assault. Wet mush and broken bone are continuously beaten into until his own knuckles are bloodied and ripped open. They finally manage to get him off, punching and driving into him and all he does is bark out a LAUGH. It's all fucking hilarious! He's been through worse, he's DONE worse!
But then it stops... And he's confused.
The two people drop like FLIES and he finds himself staring at their corpses, noting the bullet wounds in their skulls before he promptly raises a steel-toed boot to CRUNCH down onto one of their faces.
"Piss ants... So who do I have the pleasure of thanking..Heh, for cutting this fun arrival short?" As he speaks, he licks at his own busted lip as blood oozes from it and his nose. He's smiling all the same, seemingly thrilled by what just happened.
