You are now ranked seventh | Video
[The video starts out in a dim movie studio, bodies scattered about, Travis standing behind a large cosplaying man, who is begging for mercy, beam katana stabbed through his back, directly through him sticking out the other side.
Travis pulls the beam katana from the man's back, giving him a chance of survival. A second passes before the man spins around, bullets shooting from his--I am not fucking kidding you--nipples.
Travis doesn't miss a beat, bisecting the man exactly in half down the middle, and turning away scoffing.
Approaching from the side, covered in blood, comes Squalo.]
Voooooi that cheap piece of shit was a ranked assassin?! What sorry joke is this? [He looks Travis over, but doesn't wait for a reply.] Now I really hope that didn't tire you out already.
That fucker? Hell no. That was easy. [Travis is fucking lying. In the last hour he's been beamed, fried and canon'd nothing short of two dozen times. The fact he's still standing is a fucking miracle.]
[Squalo shakes the blood off his blade carelessly.] Good. Wouldn't want to be wasting my time here. [Faster than anyone can even blink he charges at Travis, who still somehow manages to get his beam katana up in time, and the grin that spreads on his face is just short of manic. Swords continue to clash as the video fades out.]
Travis pulls the beam katana from the man's back, giving him a chance of survival. A second passes before the man spins around, bullets shooting from his--I am not fucking kidding you--nipples.
Travis doesn't miss a beat, bisecting the man exactly in half down the middle, and turning away scoffing.
Approaching from the side, covered in blood, comes Squalo.]
Voooooi that cheap piece of shit was a ranked assassin?! What sorry joke is this? [He looks Travis over, but doesn't wait for a reply.] Now I really hope that didn't tire you out already.
That fucker? Hell no. That was easy. [Travis is fucking lying. In the last hour he's been beamed, fried and canon'd nothing short of two dozen times. The fact he's still standing is a fucking miracle.]
[Squalo shakes the blood off his blade carelessly.] Good. Wouldn't want to be wasting my time here. [Faster than anyone can even blink he charges at Travis, who still somehow manages to get his beam katana up in time, and the grin that spreads on his face is just short of manic. Swords continue to clash as the video fades out.]