The stench of death was certainly in the air, wreaking of fresh sanguine fluid that painted a trail of crimson across the monochromatic, dinged landscape. Tension elevated to the point where it was nigh suffocating - so thick that even a knife couldn’t cut through it. Additionally, the lance corporal was here, in this present moment, with a mass murderer bent on making a mockery out of his establishment. It was not his intention to strike anyone, let alone bare witness to the homicide of a hopeful candidate before his very eyes. The predicament in itself caused Levi to grimace in disgust, shifting his attention to a small crowd of mourning soldiers who rushed to the forefront. Thoughts immediately shifted to the possibility of the concerned individuals being family or friends, making the situation especially despairing.
On the contrary, the man before him seemed very strange in comparison to the individuals he had encountered in his short stay. Way more unapologetically brash, flamboyant and slightly psychopathic in tendencies, not to mention the man’s lackadaisical gestures. Levi could admit to the fact that he was far less thrilled than most on his best days, but in the same breath, he was certain that this man was over the norm. If he hadn’t been desensitized to the prior evils of the world, there was no doubt that his response would have possibly been even worse. For the time being, leather boots lifted as the man slid underneath his temporary grasp - something that the commander wasn’t necessarily counting on. Still, his weaponry remained firmly in tact.
"Are you out of your goddamn mind? Tch, the nerve. Don’t blame me for your atrocities. There’s something obviously off in that warped head of yours.”
Gray hues shifted towards the whimsical man with an audible sigh passing through the cracks of his mouth. It went without saying that the captain was not amused in the slightest. The fact that the individual merely shrugged off such a capitol offense, let alone have the gall to pull such a ridiculous tactic in broad daylight with many law officials encompassing the premises, proved a certain sense of superiority. If anything, this further propelled the internal frustration brewing within the man’s body. Still, considering the circumstances at hand, the enemy’s actions could have also been perceived as flat-out foolish. How would he possibly get himself out of the grips of officials who slowly began to realize the murder that took place?
Looking the man directly in the eye was like glancing at fire itself: wild, ferocious, unpredictable & dangerous. As the albino male proceeded to engage in conversation, blades clenched as officials slowly began to encircle the other. If anything, he would attempt to further stall the inevitable. That is, unless the self-proclaimed monster had yet another trick up his sleeve that the brass were unaware of. Regardless, obsidian optics further dove into nigh lifeless, expressionless, and overall eerie territory.
"At this point, I could easily make an example out of you. I’m sure many of these candidates would like for me to skin you alive, and seeing as though the task forces were also witnesses, I’d be justified. Yet, idiotic punks like you aren’t worth the headache.
Then again, it really doesn’t matter where I stand with you. I’m wiping my hands clean of you. You’re in the authorities hands now, and I can’t promise they’ll be so lenient.”
Loosely spinning rectangular, metallic blades within the palms of his hands, disposition swiftly changed as the small lance corporal found himself on a few mere feet away from the criminal.
"Did you enjoy taking the life of that unsuspecting man? In the end, you screwed yourself. Live with it."
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