08-16-2013, 08:25 PM
Hood's expression wasn't one that bode well for something like Jaxen's attitude. He could have saved himself plenty of grief in the long run, he was sure, if he had just peppered Jaxen with a few rounds to the chest and be done with the fool, but as cold blooded as Hood could be, he didn't just go around killing folks.
Well, he did, of course, but usually he had a reason for it. And being a gob-nobbling douche bag wasn't a good enough one. Yet. After all, he had earned a pretty tidy paycheck off of setting up the observation team and security inspection that had come as a result of the fool's insistence not to heed Hood's warning at the gala.
But he really did want his lighter back.
As Jaxen made to just calmly stroll out the door as if Hood was at Jaxen's beck and call, Hood's grip on his SMG shifted and he half-stepped across Jaxen's path. The butt of the rifle snapped out to catch Jaxen with a sharp but shallow crack across the jaw, laying Jaxen on the floor. "A two-for-one deal seems more tempting by the minute."
He slung the weapon on his back and knelt next to Jaxen, giving the man a quick pat down till the lighter was found and retrieved from the bastard's pocket. He held it up to confirm it was his, and frowned in annoyance at how badly scuffed it was from just a few days in the arrogant bastard's pocket.
There was a scraping noise, and Hood was up and away from Jaxen in a flash. The fallen Rougarou had found it's third wind, so to speak, and came at him fast. But, still dazed from two solid blows from Jaxen already, it wasn't quite fast enough. Hood didn't bother going for his gun. He needed something to really work his frustrations out, and the monster at hand had volunteered itself. Besides, they were supposed to be quick healers, so he didn't have to pull his punches too much.
The two collided, and while Hood was certainly the larger of the two, Sicko had more momentum. Momentum that meant little to someone like Hood. He twisted and braced a foot against the cracked floor tiles, twisting at the hips while getting a good grip on the rougarou's waist band. A quick jerk of the torso and Hood sent Sicko cracking face first into the wall beside the door.
Hood followed through by grabbing the thing by the hair and cracking it's skull off the wall a second time, then jerked it out into the hallway. Much like how he had thrown Rune earlier that evening, Hood grabbed the belt and a fist full of hair and threw it into an adjacent room, not too different from the one Jaxen had been living in recently.
Hood followed it into the room. Sicko crawled across the floor and was already pulling himself to his feet when Hood casually hung his SMG from an old hook on the wall. He was going to enjoy...
There was the distant sound of a woman's scream. Not of pain, but of fear, if he wasn't too far off the mark. Seconds later, a more...frustrated? angry? scream, and the faint bark of weapons fire. Subsonic rounds, with a suppressor. He glanced along the walls until his Land Warriors were able to pick up her IFF signal; still green. Alive and kicking. Sadly, no vitals display, but it could still tell him she was still kicking.
Sicko had apparently recovered and was looking at Hood with all the arrogance and pleasure one would expect; it had little doubt in it's ability to win in a fight between it and Hood. Human or monster, everyone had an over-inflated sense of self importance and ability. Aria's IFF still seemed to be back the way they had come, and also still alive. Why hadn't she moved yet?
He sighed quietly and in one smooth motion drew his pistol and put a round through Sicko's head. A couple steps across the room, and two more into the head followed suit, and a fourth in the heart just for good measure. Then he grabbed his gun and stepped back into the hallway to eye Jaxen.
The man was alive and well and already sitting up. Hood pulled a knife from his belt and tossed it at the man's feet. "Check on your room mate before you go."
Of course he didn't mean that Jaxen should kill the person; he had just given over the knife so Jaxen would have something to defend himself with. Then he was off at a run, SMG back in his hands and heading to back to the intersection where he had stopped following Rune.
He dallied long enough to send a map update to Aria, and yelled down the hall way in her direction, "Knives. One badger cold. Moving to Candy's position."
Then he was off at a run towards the source of the weapons fire, trying to zero in on Rune's position.
Well, he did, of course, but usually he had a reason for it. And being a gob-nobbling douche bag wasn't a good enough one. Yet. After all, he had earned a pretty tidy paycheck off of setting up the observation team and security inspection that had come as a result of the fool's insistence not to heed Hood's warning at the gala.
But he really did want his lighter back.
As Jaxen made to just calmly stroll out the door as if Hood was at Jaxen's beck and call, Hood's grip on his SMG shifted and he half-stepped across Jaxen's path. The butt of the rifle snapped out to catch Jaxen with a sharp but shallow crack across the jaw, laying Jaxen on the floor. "A two-for-one deal seems more tempting by the minute."
He slung the weapon on his back and knelt next to Jaxen, giving the man a quick pat down till the lighter was found and retrieved from the bastard's pocket. He held it up to confirm it was his, and frowned in annoyance at how badly scuffed it was from just a few days in the arrogant bastard's pocket.
There was a scraping noise, and Hood was up and away from Jaxen in a flash. The fallen Rougarou had found it's third wind, so to speak, and came at him fast. But, still dazed from two solid blows from Jaxen already, it wasn't quite fast enough. Hood didn't bother going for his gun. He needed something to really work his frustrations out, and the monster at hand had volunteered itself. Besides, they were supposed to be quick healers, so he didn't have to pull his punches too much.
The two collided, and while Hood was certainly the larger of the two, Sicko had more momentum. Momentum that meant little to someone like Hood. He twisted and braced a foot against the cracked floor tiles, twisting at the hips while getting a good grip on the rougarou's waist band. A quick jerk of the torso and Hood sent Sicko cracking face first into the wall beside the door.
Hood followed through by grabbing the thing by the hair and cracking it's skull off the wall a second time, then jerked it out into the hallway. Much like how he had thrown Rune earlier that evening, Hood grabbed the belt and a fist full of hair and threw it into an adjacent room, not too different from the one Jaxen had been living in recently.
Hood followed it into the room. Sicko crawled across the floor and was already pulling himself to his feet when Hood casually hung his SMG from an old hook on the wall. He was going to enjoy...
There was the distant sound of a woman's scream. Not of pain, but of fear, if he wasn't too far off the mark. Seconds later, a more...frustrated? angry? scream, and the faint bark of weapons fire. Subsonic rounds, with a suppressor. He glanced along the walls until his Land Warriors were able to pick up her IFF signal; still green. Alive and kicking. Sadly, no vitals display, but it could still tell him she was still kicking.
Sicko had apparently recovered and was looking at Hood with all the arrogance and pleasure one would expect; it had little doubt in it's ability to win in a fight between it and Hood. Human or monster, everyone had an over-inflated sense of self importance and ability. Aria's IFF still seemed to be back the way they had come, and also still alive. Why hadn't she moved yet?
He sighed quietly and in one smooth motion drew his pistol and put a round through Sicko's head. A couple steps across the room, and two more into the head followed suit, and a fourth in the heart just for good measure. Then he grabbed his gun and stepped back into the hallway to eye Jaxen.
The man was alive and well and already sitting up. Hood pulled a knife from his belt and tossed it at the man's feet. "Check on your room mate before you go."
Of course he didn't mean that Jaxen should kill the person; he had just given over the knife so Jaxen would have something to defend himself with. Then he was off at a run, SMG back in his hands and heading to back to the intersection where he had stopped following Rune.
He dallied long enough to send a map update to Aria, and yelled down the hall way in her direction, "Knives. One badger cold. Moving to Candy's position."
Then he was off at a run towards the source of the weapons fire, trying to zero in on Rune's position.