Why I am the way I am is not a mystery

[gentiana_clusii]

Who: Ken Hidaka (gentiana_clusii) and Kia WelBehenna (likesweiners)
When: November 5th, dated after siren
Where: Sector 4, somewhere.
Summary: While venting some frustration in a typical stupid way, Ken mayhaps have gotten in a little over his head. Cue Kia playing big damn hero. And Ken probably yelling at him for it.
Warnings: Violence, lots of tsundere. :| And Kia

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[likesweiners]

Kia didn't exactly like being out after sirens, but whenever work forced it on him, he moved as carefully as possible, preferring to avoid monsters rather than end up in fights with them. He didn't know when he'd run out of the small supply of ammo he'd arrived with, nor did he know if any of the weapons stores here would be able to sell bullets for a gun about 50 years old to them.

Tonight, like any other one, he quietly made his way back through the narrow alleys, drawing as little attention to himself as possible but with his hand in his pocket and on the gun just in case.

He froze and drew the weapon when he heard someone or something skidding in front of him. "Who's there?!" Kia shouted, only to feel his heart leap into his throat a moment later. Shit, there were a few monsters there, including one that spat fire at Kia once it heard his voice. His hand shook a little as he aimed and fired. This one barely missed the fire-thing, earning him another close call with having it flung in his direction.

[gentiana_clusii]

Well he definitely hadn't expected to run nearly straight into Kia. At least the gun might have a bit more of a punch against the fire-breather...not only were Ken's blades nigh-useless unless he could get a drop on it from behind, he was pretty willing to bet his own ability wouldn't exactly work well, being of the same general idea.

Not that he really wanted to use it anyway.

But now the damn thing was zeroed in on Kia, and despite being kinda pissed at the guy--why he was out in the first place and all, or at least part of the reason why--Ken wasn't about to let him get hurt.

"Hey, you ugly bastard, come after me so that wanker can shoot you in the back of the bloody head!" His hand found the catch that loosed the blades on his hand, taking careful aim and throwing them out to wrap around the creature and yank it off-balance.

[likesweiners]

Kia didn't know who the monster's intended victim had been. He hadn't seen him, just heard him run and get his attention in the first place. But whoever it was didn't seem important right now; what mattered was staying far enough away not to get hit with flames.

The distance issue meant he had no choice in attack methods other than his gun. What good was being able to punch and kick something that could set you on fire?!

Once he heard that annoyingly familiar voice, Kia almost laughed. Of all the people to run into at night, it had to be Ken. What was he doing out anyway? Before he could ask, he watched as blades flew at the creature. It made a gross, inhuman noise and Kia's training sunk in at that point. Get in position, aim, double check the aim, shoot and don't stop shooting until the enemy stops moving. Sadly, that took all five of his remaining bullets.

A moment later, he realized that his pant leg was on fire and smacked it with his gloved palm until the flames died. Ouch.

[gentiana_clusii]

Ken didn't really like guns, having been on the wrong end of the barrel more times than he really cared to recall, but at least they got the job done. He jerked his hand back, loosing his blades from the creature's body and starting to wind them back into place with an ease that spoke of long practice. He needed to get them back into place before any other nasty decided to make their acquaintance.

"Thanks," Ken said tersely. The 'not that I really needed it or anything' was implied.