@verdoyanta asked: “Why don’t you just go break the door down, pistol whip those bitches, and show 'em who’s boss?” // From here.
“I’ll leave the pistol whippin’ to ya. I roll my way.”
The slam of the door is the tempest Reno makes audible, forcing the wooden barrier between the two and the enemy party open. After that everyone would be walking on eggshells, trying to pick up on the happening that's ignited their senses. It leaves the air so brittle and Reno’s encroaches within the boom of thunder, like a series of fast and crazy motions. After each flickering light, cast into brief spells, as if those cracked walls start bleeding.
A grin spreads over the redhead’s face, showing his over-whitened teeth. At that moment his motives are laid bare, he is a mocker, one who aims to inflict whatever torment on all these people standing in his sight. Supposedly, he is like a bullet himself. He ricochets, swift on his feet he bounces from one spot to the other, a strident, bright trail cuts in zig-zags behind him. Above unsuspecting heads, he swings his weapon for a hit, or two, paralyzing his victims with electric shock before he performs a semi-spin and propels forcibly with his leg to land a kick.
Bodies start falling as though they’d just been hit by lightning. Like violent, unforgiving wind, Reno steals the balance from underneath everyone’s feet in the room, sweeping them into their punishment. For this is why no one should mess with ShinRa.
Finishing upon his feet, Reno repositions his rod into idle mode over his shoulder while waving it in his complacent triumph. The pristine smirk on his face remains as he observes the room and takes a few steps towards the documents laid on top of a table. He picks up the papers, held together with a clip.
“Found the evidence. Let’s head out. Watch your back on the way. Probs more of ‘em are out there. We just scooped some classified info too.”
