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[nevermercy]

CHARACTERS: Agravaine (nevermercy) & Ares (wars_passion)
DATE/TIME: May 3, evening
LOCATION: Brooklyn
RATING: R
WARNINGS: Swearing, lots of violence, blood, etc.
SUMMARY: When you hit a lady, you're not allowed to get away with it.

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[wars_passion]

It hadn't been hard to find Julian's apartment once he found the paperwork he had had him and his brother fill out for the cage fighting. AT the time he had been decently impressed by the brothers, but now Arron had one thing on his mind. Vengeance. Arron was not the White Knight Eleanor had claimed he was; he was a down and dirty fighter with a taste for blood that couldn't be rivaled. He had a problem with macho men who thought that hitting a girl half their size was something to be proud of. His drunk ass father had believed that.

A little rain and some quiet threats for stronger weather had never bothered him before and wasn't going to start as he watched the man exit his apartment building. Arron wore his black leather jacket and black quick dry pants to keep the rain at bay. He had fought the urge to light a cigarette as he waited as the scent just might be picked up if the kid was sensitive to it.

Keeping far enough away, he saw him turn the corner into a back alley. Probably cutting through to the next street, he thought to

[wars_passion]

As he watched the man crumple to the ground and vomit, Ares couldn't help but start laughing. One last hard kick to Agravaine's stomach to make sure he stayed down, Ares grabbed Agravaine's hair and pulled his head back so he could see him fully. Suddenly he knew this man wasn't any normal person but something from the past like he was. But not like him at the same time

[nevermercy]

A few pained breaths were all that Agravaine's crushed ribs allowed him, giving him a few seconds to wheeze before the dizziness and pain overtook him. His phone, and whatever Arron had said to him, went mostly ignored, but not on purpose. The last comical thing on his mind before his wet lashes fell shut over his eyes and he lost consciousness was 'hey, God of War is a video game'.

The Greek was long gone by the time the wailing sirens were audible in the distance, the ambulance pulling up to a still blacked out Agravaine, now appropriately drenched with rain.

Mordred would be receiving an interesting call later that night.