Post by Rime on Apr 26, 2021 13:05:25 GMT -5
Bitter didn't seem too concerned as the power levels continued approaching, so Rime wasn't either. He wasn't exactly excited to see how this played out, but he had hopes that it wouldn't take too long, whatever the solution ended up being. Though, his hopes for a peaceful, democratic resolution that wouldn't end with his potential death were dashed when Bitter brought up that he had severed the previous crime lord's arm as they got closer. Ah, good. So it wasn't just a random competitor, but one with a serious grudge. That was certainly not much worse than before, certainly not.
Rime looked utterly blank in his expression as they floated in front of the group, and that didn't change when his business partner suddenly blew a few of the gathered thugs to bits, the ki blast disintegrating them almost instantly. Well, at least that meant he could handle the situation easily enough. Still, listening to his enemy's speech was rather droll, and he spoke with a flat, almost sarcastic tone. "Oh, he's a traditionalist, I see. How delightful." The sarcasm became even more clear as he got towards the end of his sentence, and he remained perfectly still when both Bitter, or Mint as he was called, and Freeze simply rocketed past him after clashing, the sheer force of the impacts causing his robe to violently flail in the wind.
He calmly removed his robe, tossing it to the side and allowing it to rest on a mountain outcropping. He glanced back down to where Bitter was as he yelled up, then looked back towards the mean-looking four thugs, along with the Arcosian bodyguard. "Yes, the small fry. I've got it." Did he really call them that?
Rime ducked swiftly as one thug took a swing at him, sending another couple flying before he rushed forward at the bodyguard with a knee, only for him to block it. Suddenly, he felt in a pain in his back as the last of the thugs had driven an elbow into it, forcing him to grit his teeth and wrap around the man's throat with his tail, squeezing hard once before tossing him aside.
The bodyguard popped him up in the air by forcing his arms up and moved them swiftly, landing an uppercut into Rime's jaw as he was sent flying out of control in the sky. He corrected himself, shaking his head as another barrage of the four thugs came at him. He deftly dodged and parried their blows when he could, and quickly began returning counter-attacks, knocking a couple of them completely senseless before he was able to chop into the neck of a third, killing him almost instantly. The fourth, he shot a Ki blast at. At first, the man seemed to dodge around it, looking pleased with himself, only to have an expression of shock as it came back, colliding with him behind and exploding, reducing him to dust.
Rime felt pleased with his work for a moment before the bodyguard's foot collided with his face, catching him in a sneak attack. He was sent rocketing down through the air, smashing through an outcropping of a mountain before landing in another and simply leaving an indent. It took a few moments to get up and stare towards his attacker, who was now joined floating above by the two surviving thugs.
The Arcosian reached up and rubbed his mouth, where he felt some blood trickling from a corner. He glared at the smudged purple liquid on the back of his hand, and spat out what was left in his mouth. "I don't suppose we can talk about this?" He called up, but there was no answer, and he smugly spoke quietly to himself. "I thought not." He wondered if Bitter was having an easier time of it. He'd just have to make sure that he had this done by the time his partner was finished.
WC: 656
TWC: 6583
Rime looked utterly blank in his expression as they floated in front of the group, and that didn't change when his business partner suddenly blew a few of the gathered thugs to bits, the ki blast disintegrating them almost instantly. Well, at least that meant he could handle the situation easily enough. Still, listening to his enemy's speech was rather droll, and he spoke with a flat, almost sarcastic tone. "Oh, he's a traditionalist, I see. How delightful." The sarcasm became even more clear as he got towards the end of his sentence, and he remained perfectly still when both Bitter, or Mint as he was called, and Freeze simply rocketed past him after clashing, the sheer force of the impacts causing his robe to violently flail in the wind.
He calmly removed his robe, tossing it to the side and allowing it to rest on a mountain outcropping. He glanced back down to where Bitter was as he yelled up, then looked back towards the mean-looking four thugs, along with the Arcosian bodyguard. "Yes, the small fry. I've got it." Did he really call them that?
Rime ducked swiftly as one thug took a swing at him, sending another couple flying before he rushed forward at the bodyguard with a knee, only for him to block it. Suddenly, he felt in a pain in his back as the last of the thugs had driven an elbow into it, forcing him to grit his teeth and wrap around the man's throat with his tail, squeezing hard once before tossing him aside.
The bodyguard popped him up in the air by forcing his arms up and moved them swiftly, landing an uppercut into Rime's jaw as he was sent flying out of control in the sky. He corrected himself, shaking his head as another barrage of the four thugs came at him. He deftly dodged and parried their blows when he could, and quickly began returning counter-attacks, knocking a couple of them completely senseless before he was able to chop into the neck of a third, killing him almost instantly. The fourth, he shot a Ki blast at. At first, the man seemed to dodge around it, looking pleased with himself, only to have an expression of shock as it came back, colliding with him behind and exploding, reducing him to dust.
Rime felt pleased with his work for a moment before the bodyguard's foot collided with his face, catching him in a sneak attack. He was sent rocketing down through the air, smashing through an outcropping of a mountain before landing in another and simply leaving an indent. It took a few moments to get up and stare towards his attacker, who was now joined floating above by the two surviving thugs.
The Arcosian reached up and rubbed his mouth, where he felt some blood trickling from a corner. He glared at the smudged purple liquid on the back of his hand, and spat out what was left in his mouth. "I don't suppose we can talk about this?" He called up, but there was no answer, and he smugly spoke quietly to himself. "I thought not." He wondered if Bitter was having an easier time of it. He'd just have to make sure that he had this done by the time his partner was finished.
WC: 656
TWC: 6583