starter for @ravertiaâ
streetlights glow with fluorescent light until one is shattered, the night growing darker in itâs absence. no longer peaceful is the little place that stranger has found himself in, for alive it is with bullets and yelling, taunts and threats spreading and echoing throughout now empty streets. he is surprised however that such chaos has not been caused because of him; no, for once, someone else is in the center line of a gun-scope, and although anyone else might be happy about such a blessing, he is anything but. standing on the sidelines long enough to spot the figure that everyone is aiming at, only then does he move quickly from his position towards them. gloved hands take hold of those of another, and with movements far more graceful than expected of such a giant of a man does he move the two of them in a dance. if a deaf man looked out onto the scene, he would see the two moving gracefully in the dark, silently to the sound of music perhaps only they could hear, but he would miss the gunfire that rang out. skilled movements lead by the larger of the two, however, mean that each bullet misses its mark. a step to the right, back four paces, a twirl - each twist and turn is met with the whizzing pass of a bullet only a hairâs length away. so close is the threat of gushing wound, yet the unconcerned leader carries on, abnormally relaxed with possible death so close. âsorry, but i couldnât help but notice you were in some trouble!â loud, cheerful voice rings out despite dangerous circumstances, movements continuing despite conversation. five steps to the right, a bow, carefully throw the other figure out full arms length only to bring them back close in. âand itâs only my nature to jump in and get involved. really though, what could you possibly do to piss off this many gunmen?â
