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His breathing was heavy, body on the floor, belly down, and a small puddle of blood forming under him.
Ironic, wasn't it? This wasn't that unfamiliar.
However, this time around, he had a smile on his bloody lips. He knew that, even though he had two bullets craved on his belly - the most unportected part of his body - he had managed to evaluate many aspects of that man, while defending some of his attacks with his old Broadsword.
He wasn't who he claimed to be, or so Reks thought, as he emanated some sort of... thing he couldn't really describe, but he knew that wasn't something... human.
That man had the cruelty and the coldness of Vayne Solidor. He couldn't possibly be the one Reno used to talk about, so warmly.
Also, while with him, he was sure that he wasn't someplace else, hurting others. His job was complete for the time being.
He closed one hand, as well as his eyes.. Hopefully, they would be able to catch him.
[ooc: Reks had a duel against Tseng and well, lost. ^^; He isn't dead though! Just wounded.]
Ironic, wasn't it? This wasn't that unfamiliar.
However, this time around, he had a smile on his bloody lips. He knew that, even though he had two bullets craved on his belly - the most unportected part of his body - he had managed to evaluate many aspects of that man, while defending some of his attacks with his old Broadsword.
He wasn't who he claimed to be, or so Reks thought, as he emanated some sort of... thing he couldn't really describe, but he knew that wasn't something... human.
That man had the cruelty and the coldness of Vayne Solidor. He couldn't possibly be the one Reno used to talk about, so warmly.
Also, while with him, he was sure that he wasn't someplace else, hurting others. His job was complete for the time being.
He closed one hand, as well as his eyes.. Hopefully, they would be able to catch him.
[ooc: Reks had a duel against Tseng and well, lost. ^^; He isn't dead though! Just wounded.]