renton ☼ oo2

[heroistics]

Characters: Renton and good ol' Aniki
Location: ... Somewhere on the streets?
Time: Some... time.
Style: First?
Status: Closed, sorry. o/

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[treasurehunted]

Look out below!

[Suddenly, there's a pirate dropping out of the sky in a flurry of steel and flames. His feet planted on the staff of his anchor, his descent is cushion by the flames coming out of it, the chain he's gripping onto keeping him steady. But it would seem that flames don't do much against these creatures as he's already learned, so it's a quick change of tactic.

Hopping off and landing on the ground, he yanks on the chain to send the spear slightly into the air- just enough for him to be able to grab and swing it all in one swift motion, his other hand not even leaving his pocket.

And with that, the fish monster is wiped out and splattered against the nearest surface.

A brief exhale and he raises the anchor so it rests against his shoulder, turning to face Renton. He quickly looks him over, decrees him not to be dead, and then with a grin-]

... Shit, Renton. Coulda called if you were havin' trouble. 

[heroistics]

[Normally, Renton would consider the flashy entrance to be the most amazing thing he's ever seen, but, well. Firstly, he's injured and suffering from blood loss, so his mind is a little too hazy to appreciate the theatrics, and secondly, the splatter does a good job reminding him of what exactly is going down.

... Even if it's a monster and even if the act saved his life, he still can't bring himself not to dislike it.

So instead, all he can do is blink and let out an intelligent-]

A-Aniki!?

[treasurehunted]

[What theatrics. This is the the norm.

Still, he offers Renton his free hand.]

Yup. Looks like I'm pretty late. C'mon, the ship should be more reliable for defense.

[heroistics]

[That's what other people would call theatrics, Aniki.

He glances around, feeling kind of guilty that he's just ditching the scene... but he really can't do much in this state, can he?

And then he just stares for a moment-not because he doesn't understand, but because he doesn't exactly have a free hand, and he's a little hesitant about dropping his weapon.

....

Well, uh. Hope you don't mind getting blood on your hand, Aniki. because Renton'll taking it with the hand that was pressed against his still bleeding wound.]

The ship...?