[ Anger is a general state of being for Sharkface, but the fact that his ability - the thing these people cut into him for - has thus far refused to show any combat applications is worrying at him like a bruise. If they were going to give him something, why not the ability to summon fire without using his rig? Or to heal himself after taking a hit, that'd be fucking great. Something, anything, to compensate for his lack of armor.
No. He gets to draw on walls without touching them. That's fucking perfect.
He gives the man a once over, then shrugs and swings down. It's a risk, sure, but everything here is. He's managed to get his hands on a few knives since getting spat out here, so he's not completely unarmed, but no guns yet. Have to work a little harder to get those. And he's not a close quarters expert, not like the sergeant or Crow, but he can hold his own if it comes to that.
Part of him - the part that doesn't care so much about tactics - hopes that it does. Violence is clarifying in a way few things are. But they're probably going to talk first. He'll have to try and act like a sane person for a while.
The light off the guy's ability - whatever the fuck it is - casts weird, dancing shadows across the alley. Sharkface pushes his hood back, revealing his scars and fucked up eye. Whatever, right? If it starts a fight, it starts a fight. ]
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[ Anger is a general state of being for Sharkface, but the fact that his ability - the thing these people cut into him for - has thus far refused to show any combat applications is worrying at him like a bruise. If they were going to give him something, why not the ability to summon fire without using his rig? Or to heal himself after taking a hit, that'd be fucking great. Something, anything, to compensate for his lack of armor.
No. He gets to draw on walls without touching them. That's fucking perfect.
He gives the man a once over, then shrugs and swings down. It's a risk, sure, but everything here is. He's managed to get his hands on a few knives since getting spat out here, so he's not completely unarmed, but no guns yet. Have to work a little harder to get those. And he's not a close quarters expert, not like the sergeant or Crow, but he can hold his own if it comes to that.
Part of him - the part that doesn't care so much about tactics - hopes that it does. Violence is clarifying in a way few things are. But they're probably going to talk first. He'll have to try and act like a sane person for a while.
The light off the guy's ability - whatever the fuck it is - casts weird, dancing shadows across the alley. Sharkface pushes his hood back, revealing his scars and fucked up eye. Whatever, right? If it starts a fight, it starts a fight. ]
It just happen?