Napoleonic Wars Round 2

[la_grand_vie]

WHO: Jared, Emiliana, Leon and Francis (my poor Frenchman.)
WHEN: March 5th, afternoon
WHERE: Jared and Emiliana's apartment
WHAT: French Intervention of Mexico, take two.

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NOTAMIDGET.

[la_grand_vie]

If there was anything a military strategist knew it was when to pull back- However, it had been a few (many) years since Leon could have claimed that title and his pride always seemed to puff him up a little too much at times. He continued to grin, though he did back up a bit in the hallway away from the beauty with the machete- and he kept an eye on the giant with the lacrosse stick.

"Ohoho," an eyebrow perked up and he looked between the couple again. "Two against one~? Well I have always been up for a challenge~"

He drew his sword languidly, edging around and making sure to not leave either of his flanks open. He wouldn't be defeated that easily-!

meanwhile... again...

Francis did not like any sort of physical fitness really, he did it- mostly for his appearance and to keep up the lavish eating habits he liked to entertain, but that did not mean ever that he enjoyed it. Much less running, in the cold, to catch his crazy uncle that was doing God only knew what now.

As if Emiliana and Jared didn't already hate him from before- He could only imagine what they were going to do with him once he got there.

Merdeeee.

I CONCUR.

[salylimon]

Had her spiking anger and lingering terror subsided, Emi would have realized how utterly ridiculous this entire thing was. And maybe a small smart of her did notice how bizzare the scene unfolding in front of her was, but even that wasn't enough to stop Emi from suddenly faltering, her grip on the machete loosening as she watched on.

As much as she hated to admit anything of the sort, the perverted French midget appeared to be quite skilled with that sword. Enough to make Emi reconsider jumping in, as there was no way to properly determine would her getting involved would entail.

Though, tripping the man the moment Jared moved far away enough once Leon's back was turned to her seemed like a good idea. Even if it meant inching closer to said midget.

..........

[la_grand_vie]

"Léon! Merde oncle!" Francis called out as he reached the floor that Emiliana's apartment was on. Not that he had ever been there. Or... even knew what complex she was in- Wait why did this all seem so familiar- Whatever. He hurried down the hall and to the open door, staring in horror as his (little) uncle charged for Jared with his sword brandished.

But what horrified him possibly even more were Emiliana and Jared.

A... machete and a- lacrosse stick?

"O-Oh mon Dieu- S'il vous plait! E-Everyone just- STOP-!"

The tiny dictator Léon completely ignored his nephew, focusing instead and flourishing an attempt to stab Jared in the gut and doing his best to not get kicked, whacked, punched, or any combination of the three. "Ha! I am having much too much fun!" he called, grinning wickedly. "Cassie-toi Francis~!"

:>

[salylimon]

Every swipe and every jab of the crazed midget's man's sword directed toward Jared left Emi's heart beating rapidly against her chest, only to have it clench painfully as her boyfriend just narrowly avoided its sharp edge.

Francis barging into their apartment, however, caused Emi to both falter and then briefly consider just throwing her machete at him. Because, in the end, this was probably all his fault. But Emi forced herself to resist, choosing instead to glare spitefully at the Frenchman.

Ignoring the tremble in her hand, she carefully changed the positioning of the machete in her hand-

Only to bring the handle down on to the back of Léon's head the exact same moment Jared's lacrosse stick decided to meet Léon's face.

Overkill?

Maybe.

Self-defense?

Yes.

godlatelatelateshitfucksdklfhsoigh.

[la_grand_vie]

Francis could only watch in horror as his uncle suddenly dropped, all dead weight, to the floor and landed with a loud thump. Self-preservation quickly shut down in favour of running to Leon's side, practically holding himself over the small man in order to protect him from whatever other bodily harm Jared or Emiliana might feel like inflicting.

He knew Leon was less than respectable. He knew he wasn't a good man but- he couldn't lose another member of his family.

And that's what Leon was- His uncle, one of his old mentors (admittedly not one he would take lessons from anymore, but times had changed-). The Frenchman was terrified- if not of machetes and lacrosse sticks -of losing the last few members that he had left of his family.

"Please- S'il vous plait, monsieur- Jared-" he knew that man spoke French, and he knew that he liked Francis about as much as his uncle but maybe if he could just beg. "Let me take him- please I am begging you. We will leave right now and I assure you he will not come back- please-"