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[reactionary]

WHO: Koltira (deadelfwalking), Rorschach (reactionary)
WHERE: Some place with not a lot of civilians.
WHEN: Sunday night.
WARNINGS: Violence
SUMMARY: AN ELF AND A VIGILANTE WALK INTO A BAR
FORMAT: Quickpara.

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[deadelfwalking]

Having imbibed enough rum to kill anyone who wasn't already dead, Koltira stalked out of the bar and into the street. He wasn't drunk. But he felt so off-balance that it hardly mattered. In this world, he was not a warrior; he was a toy. A children's toy, no less.

He almost didn't notice when he bumped into the man in the mask.

[reactionary]

At first, the bump was nothing. Rorschach encountered the action frequently. Sometimes the other person had done it on purpose, and sometimes it was just an accident. Usually the vigilante would continue on his way.

Not this time. Running into this stranger, all it took was a quick once-over glance, and Rorschach decided he was going to lash out.

Without word or warning he swung his fist toward the other person (mutant?), aiming for the face.

[deadelfwalking]

The other man's fist connected with Koltira's jaw squarely. He hadn't expected the sudden attack, and he was so preoccupied that his usual guard was down. But not anymore. Growling and wiping off the green ichor that flecked his lips, Koltira struck back, aiming for this stranger's stomach.

"Walk away," he said, hoping to knock the man off his feet and change his mind about this fight. Well. Mostly hoping.

[reactionary]

The moment he was struck - taking the hit - Rorschach immediately grabbed for his opponent, anywhere he could grab, and tried to pull him down with him. The fall was inevitable.