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YOLF:
Justice
His skull cracked, despite the colossal mantle he wore. Justice felt boiling blood spill down his brow, clouding his vision as much as the shock that sailed through his nerves, all the way to the tip of his fingers. He forced both hands to tighten again around the handle of Absolution when it grinded to a halt, starting to serrate the vertebrae.
The Rider had killed too many to count who were spilling with hatred for him. But to very, very few of them had he promised something, if not literally, then in spirit. In death there was no longer anything but failure, and the millionth notch of dishonor on his epiphet.
Visage furrowing like crumbling coal, Justice pushed the blade the rest of the way through, and drew a hissing arc into the air. The rightfully furious cyborg's head toppled after it.
yinsukin:
Suerte
Suerte's landed on the ground with a fall so gentle it barely made a sound. A tongue slid across her lips as she watched the man's head fall. Suerte's entire body was quivering. Legs shaking, pupils dilated, a finger ready to peel off her top. The sniper rifle fell to the ground in front of her, somehow landing in the perfect spot to pick it back up if she so desired. However, she couldn't stop staring at Justice's glorious form.
The barrel of the gun was still pointed at the man's body. "Justice... darling you carried yourself with such.... masculinity but... lets not be too hasty. Most things i've fought in this city recover quick."
Despite advising caution, the cowgirl couldn't help but get closer. That look of absolute determination, that cry of anguish, the damage he was able to inflict on her dear Justice: that was a man's man, well worth respect. That is why it was so much hotter that they killed him.
Suerte took a deep breath, grabbed her hat and placed it over her chest. Still keeping the gun pointed at her body, she bowed and said, "You were a good man. I could see it in the way you fought."
Then she turned back to Justice. "Now... should we bury him, or should i dismantle his body?!"
Kotomine_Rin:
K-925
The sudden whirl of gears broke the calm relief the two felt.
"You..."
Impossible. Inconceivable. But even in death, his tenacity didn't end there.
The beheaded head coughed and hacked, bleeding onto the ground. Even the rider's mercy was refused. Or rather, he wouldn't accept mercy until he entrusted this. His final will.
"...argh...you really..."
What was he trying to say?
YOLF:
Justice
He was turning towards Suerte, titanic form slowly blowing away like ash, but none of the tension had left yet. The ingrained caution was still there, but he knew a closing strike when he made one. That was likely why, when the augmented man still spoke, he didn't appear rattled. He held back his words to his partner, and crouched to a knee near the head which struggled to speak.
"Hey," he said, inviting. Waiting to hear. The only disturbance was the sound of Punishment approaching, huffing, cautious.
yinsukin:
Suerte
Suerte smiled, glaring down at the head. "Go on hon, say your piece," she said, her pistol still aimed at his body. Her trust was in Justice to handle the head. Hopefully that wouldn't bite her. "Its time for me to send you to the afterlife."
She already said her respects. Now if he acted she wouldn't hold back in getting herself off.
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