Mik turned slightly to glance back over his shoulder at Ori over, looking her up and down. Yeah whatever those things had been had done a number on all'a them. She seemed like she'd gone toe to toe with something that threw her around like a rag doll.
But Doll was still standin'. Swaying....but standing. He jerked his chin at her and shot her a grin of respect. Yeah, only a bitch died on their knees.
The sounds of the sirens stopped and he noted all the commotion as cars emptied. Ryker wasn't stupid. Nah. I mean with cops around? Cameras? He didn't know what had happened between them, but it was past time they got the fuck outta there.
He started to walk by him, lightly tugging on his shoulder to draw him away. He'd go, Mik knew. They'd laugh about the night over drinks.
The power dissipated, tired of being held so tightly for so long. Which was fine. They were heading out...
He was stunned as Ryker shrugged him off as if he wasn't bailing. Said as much. He turned, surprised? The fuck was he...? The thought trailed off as the man started to advance on Ori.
Mik fumbled for the power and nothing came. He touched the lighter in his pocket and....damn!!! Nothing. He realized he was tired. He tried again. And again, looking at Ori in alarm. He didn't have anything against men and women fighting. He knew women were just as cruel and hurtful as men could be.
But Ryker would beat her to a pulp. And it just didn't seem like a good game. Now if she hadn't been thrashed within an inch of her life from those things....
He grabbed at the man's shoulder. "Ryker!-" before he could do more, the man flew back as if punched in the chest. A man in black was moving toward them with purpose. Mik tried to say something but before anything could come out, he was flying through the air, head bouncing off the ground.
Just fucking great...
But Doll was still standin'. Swaying....but standing. He jerked his chin at her and shot her a grin of respect. Yeah, only a bitch died on their knees.
The sounds of the sirens stopped and he noted all the commotion as cars emptied. Ryker wasn't stupid. Nah. I mean with cops around? Cameras? He didn't know what had happened between them, but it was past time they got the fuck outta there.
He started to walk by him, lightly tugging on his shoulder to draw him away. He'd go, Mik knew. They'd laugh about the night over drinks.
The power dissipated, tired of being held so tightly for so long. Which was fine. They were heading out...
He was stunned as Ryker shrugged him off as if he wasn't bailing. Said as much. He turned, surprised? The fuck was he...? The thought trailed off as the man started to advance on Ori.
Mik fumbled for the power and nothing came. He touched the lighter in his pocket and....damn!!! Nothing. He realized he was tired. He tried again. And again, looking at Ori in alarm. He didn't have anything against men and women fighting. He knew women were just as cruel and hurtful as men could be.
But Ryker would beat her to a pulp. And it just didn't seem like a good game. Now if she hadn't been thrashed within an inch of her life from those things....
He grabbed at the man's shoulder. "Ryker!-" before he could do more, the man flew back as if punched in the chest. A man in black was moving toward them with purpose. Mik tried to say something but before anything could come out, he was flying through the air, head bouncing off the ground.
Just fucking great...
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods