Characters: Danny, Ganondorf, Cale, Reno, Kevas and Ironhide [open with permission] Location: Sergei's Bar and Grille Date: present Rating: PG-16 for violence yo
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Reno's fingers tapped on the surface of a table, bored. Other than surveying the communicator lines and bothering a few people there was little here to do other than sit and drink.
He was begining to think Tseng had fallen off the side or in to a hole or something, having not heard from him in a while but... Tseng had always done his thing and really as long as there wasn't a body Reno knew he was alive somewhere.
He barely noticed the two new arrivals to the bar. It was a bar, people were bound to come along now and again.
Cale could care less about the other people at the bar today. There was that red headed guy, who Cale could care less about, and the other weird looking alien. Cale ended up not too far from him, but not close enough for conversation. He was mostly staring down at his drink, wondering how the hell it had come to this. Playing games with that guy. Horseback riding and going out to dinner with some backwards royal hick from the land time forgot. What in the hell was wrong with him?
He was getting too comfortable here. Maybe it was time to just avoid people. Wait it out until he got home. Maybe there were some tech manuals in the library he could study.
Kevas needed this. The meager offerings brought to him by his friends were enough to tide him over while he was in the clinic but after spending a day in that uncomfortable bed while his side and stub were throbbing, he needed to drink until he passed out.
He barely paid any attention to the others in the bar as he plowed through bottle after bottle of whatever he could get his hand on. An attempt to dull the pain wasn't the only reason he was here. Just when did he become this pathetic? Was he really so useless without his equipment, or was he just losing his touch? He wasn't sure which of those were worse. Perhaps it was because he was worrying so much about everyone he left behind on Azeroth. Whatever the reason, Kevas knew one thing. He really needed another drink.
Each step Ganondorf took toward Sergei's was heavy with purpose and determination. Zelda's death had done a marvelous job of rousing his anger and getting him to snap wouldn't really be all that hard. Reno had gotten him to snap. And now Ganondorf was on a warpath. He didn't care what it took, so long as destruction occurred.
Unfortunately, he would not be able to tear Reno to pieces on his own. No it would never do to be in the brig at the same time as Ridley. Because he intended to take down his target the minute he was aware he had been released.
That's where Danny came in. The boy was an obedient dog, followed him without question. If only he could invoke that kind of obedience in his followers back home. With a shove, he threw the doors to Sergei's open. He wasn't entirely sure which one of them was the man he had spoken to earlier. So he turned to Danny, reaching for the collar to remove it.
Danny hated people touching his collar. Just the pressure of a touch against the buckle invoked such feelings of rage and hatred, fear and violence. It changed him, turned him into the Dog, made him lose who he was.
The collar snapped open and fell around his shoulders, and Danny felt his breathing hitch, his vision focus, muscles tense. He saw the world with different eyes, the eyes of someone trained to attack and kill without remorse. The Dog had his orders.
Face contorting into a snarl, he darted forward, running up to the bar to grab the back of Reno's neck, shoving forward to slam his face down against the wood.
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What was with him breaking his nose lately? Seriously, it fucking hurt. Especially when Reno wasn't expecting it, and on his way to happily drunk again.
"MOTHER OF FUCK!" He snarled, twisting off his seat to see who the fuck had hit him this time. He'd ignore the blood dripping down his face for the moment becaus the little shit was going to be sorry he'd bum rushed a Turk.
Okay, now THAT Cale didn't expect. Sure he had seen his fair share of brawls break out in a bar, but this was completely out of nowhere. Whoever this guy was, he had the look of some low down drifter colony bum. So being an idiot, Cale stood up from his seat and took a step forward. "Whoa whoa, cool it buddy."
Sweet Loa, cant he get a single moment of peace around here? At least this time it was only a pink-skin this time and not some enraged dragon thing.
Kevas went over a quick checklist in his head as he watched the whole situation. Is there anyone in this room that he cares about? Not really. Is he in any condition to fight? Not in the least. Does he want to take another dirt nap? Oh hell no. It was time to take his liquor and go. Kevas wasn't about to get involved in this.
Ganondorf folded his arms over his chest as he watched Danny rush into the bar. The scene had already become interesting. The boy had a cold nature about him. It seemed what little regard for human life Danny had all went out the window when the collar came off.
Danny's eyes were focused solely on Reno. This was his target.
But there were other people here, and he knew that if he took his eyes off them for too long, they'd rush him too. Whipping around to Cale, Danny reached for his arm and brought his hand up to twist it at an awkward angle, aiming to crack the bone.
Without breaking movement, he kicked out at a barstool, hooking his leg in it. Kicking at an angle and flipping it off his ankle, he sent it sliding along the floor towards Kevas to trip him and keep him there.
Still balancing on one leg, Danny snarled and whipped his leg around in a spin kick aimed at Reno's head, hoping to sent him crashing to the floor. Danny was fast and while his movements weren't particularly refined, he made up for that in sheer aggression and enthusiasm.
Reno snarled something along the lines of 'back the fuck off' at Cale before Danny's rather neat trick with the barstool.
"Little fucker." He hissed, dropping to a crouch and aiming to kick Danny's leg out from under him while the kick clipped his temple. Fuck, he was out of practice.
Cale suddenly howled in pain as he felt his wrist actually snap. He took a stunned step back as he grasped his wounded hand, wondering what the hell he did to deserve this. A brief moment passed before Cale realized he either better get the hell out of here or do something to this bastard who hurt him. Anger clouded reason and with his good hand and made an attempt to slug him across the cheek.
The barstool took Kevas' legs right out from underneath him and he landed hard on his injured side. Pain exploded through his stomach. All he could do was roll onto his side and grip his wound while he grit his teeth in pain.
There was only one thought that went through his pain clouded mind. Just what did he do to deserve all this?
Sorry Kevas. As far as Ganondorf was concerned, you were in the wrong place at the wrong time and nothing more than collateral damage. Ganondorf propped himself up against a wall and continued to watch the carnage.
The kick sent Danny to his knees but that was okay, he was going there anyway. Thunking down beside Reno, he raised his fist and roared, pummeling the Turk, aiming to break, tear, rend, cause as much damage as he could.
Cale's fist came close, and Danny ducked just enough for it to only clip the back of his head. But it still hurt, and it registered as an attack. Reaching up, Danny grabbed for Cale's shirt to bring him down and slam him against the floor, then without a moment's hesitation, went back to Reno.
Whether he killed them all or not was irrelevant; he would keep going until Ganon put his collar back on, or someone stopped him.
Reno had pulled his arms up to rather feebly protect his head, kicking at Danny as best he could and as hard as he could. He needed to get the fuck away for half a moment to think of something which was getting harder and harder.
Fuck, where was Rude when he needed him to beat someone's skull in...
He was begining to think Tseng had fallen off the side or in to a hole or something, having not heard from him in a while but... Tseng had always done his thing and really as long as there wasn't a body Reno knew he was alive somewhere.
He barely noticed the two new arrivals to the bar. It was a bar, people were bound to come along now and again.
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He was getting too comfortable here. Maybe it was time to just avoid people. Wait it out until he got home. Maybe there were some tech manuals in the library he could study.
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He barely paid any attention to the others in the bar as he plowed through bottle after bottle of whatever he could get his hand on. An attempt to dull the pain wasn't the only reason he was here. Just when did he become this pathetic? Was he really so useless without his equipment, or was he just losing his touch? He wasn't sure which of those were worse. Perhaps it was because he was worrying so much about everyone he left behind on Azeroth. Whatever the reason, Kevas knew one thing. He really needed another drink.
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Unfortunately, he would not be able to tear Reno to pieces on his own. No it would never do to be in the brig at the same time as Ridley. Because he intended to take down his target the minute he was aware he had been released.
That's where Danny came in. The boy was an obedient dog, followed him without question. If only he could invoke that kind of obedience in his followers back home. With a shove, he threw the doors to Sergei's open. He wasn't entirely sure which one of them was the man he had spoken to earlier. So he turned to Danny, reaching for the collar to remove it.
"Get. Them."
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The collar snapped open and fell around his shoulders, and Danny felt his breathing hitch, his vision focus, muscles tense. He saw the world with different eyes, the eyes of someone trained to attack and kill without remorse. The Dog had his orders.
Face contorting into a snarl, he darted forward, running up to the bar to grab the back of Reno's neck, shoving forward to slam his face down against the wood.
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"MOTHER OF FUCK!" He snarled, twisting off his seat to see who the fuck had hit him this time. He'd ignore the blood dripping down his face for the moment becaus the little shit was going to be sorry he'd bum rushed a Turk.
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Kevas went over a quick checklist in his head as he watched the whole situation. Is there anyone in this room that he cares about? Not really. Is he in any condition to fight? Not in the least. Does he want to take another dirt nap? Oh hell no. It was time to take his liquor and go. Kevas wasn't about to get involved in this.
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Ganondorf was impressed.
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But there were other people here, and he knew that if he took his eyes off them for too long, they'd rush him too. Whipping around to Cale, Danny reached for his arm and brought his hand up to twist it at an awkward angle, aiming to crack the bone.
Without breaking movement, he kicked out at a barstool, hooking his leg in it. Kicking at an angle and flipping it off his ankle, he sent it sliding along the floor towards Kevas to trip him and keep him there.
Still balancing on one leg, Danny snarled and whipped his leg around in a spin kick aimed at Reno's head, hoping to sent him crashing to the floor. Danny was fast and while his movements weren't particularly refined, he made up for that in sheer aggression and enthusiasm.
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"Little fucker." He hissed, dropping to a crouch and aiming to kick Danny's leg out from under him while the kick clipped his temple. Fuck, he was out of practice.
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There was only one thought that went through his pain clouded mind. Just what did he do to deserve all this?
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Well, at least it helped him relax.
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Cale's fist came close, and Danny ducked just enough for it to only clip the back of his head. But it still hurt, and it registered as an attack. Reaching up, Danny grabbed for Cale's shirt to bring him down and slam him against the floor, then without a moment's hesitation, went back to Reno.
Whether he killed them all or not was irrelevant; he would keep going until Ganon put his collar back on, or someone stopped him.
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Fuck, where was Rude when he needed him to beat someone's skull in...
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