@rnxgade ;
–anger was messy. shin knew that much above all else. knew that it did nothing but ignite a flame that’s more than difficult to contain - that flame that takes over everything in his mind - that burns and burns until nothing remains but an animalistic want to destroy. he should know how to control it - been around long enough for that to be an option yet here he is. shin malphur, throwing himself at yor when handcanon runs out of rounds. when he can’t think long enough to do anything but aim a punch square at the taller’s face.
only, there’s a reason the renegade is known as quick on the draw. combat behind the muzzle of a firearm was one thing. throwing yourself at none other than dregden yor was a completely different one. one that had hand catching fist behind the blow. all his strength halted by nothing more than a hand, stopping the hunter dead in his tracks. cracked visor flits from the sight and pain of grip on his fist to yor’s masked visage above him.
eyes are wide with fear?
anger?
he doesn’t know anymore as a pained grunt is all renegade can form in response as that arm is twisted behind his back and used to leverage him against the nearest solid wall. feet scrabble in the dust and rubble for grip - trying to get leverage of his own and only furthering his discomfort. growl is all shin can manage, free hand pressed against concrete as the side of his face is pressed against damage helmet plating, the taste of blood becoming more and more obvious through gritted teeth.
“g’on then–fuckin’ kill me–that’s what y’ want-right?! do it–” words are spat into damaged vocaliser distorting tones where sheer fury scalds the back of his throat. he’s trapped, though. at yor’s mercy and shin can’t think of anything that scares him more than that simple fact.
Weeks passed along with them playing a lethal game of cat and mouse, though the roles had been swapped; the mouse was chasing after the feline with vengeance on the mind. Their surroundings changed from endless green and brown to dull reds of brick washed by centuries of weather.
Taunting words pass through the air as it seems the monster has finally been cornered. Run and run and run it held no purpose other than to prolong the inevitable he knew was coming for him. It is not fear that drives Dredgen to flee and force their game onward. No, he has plans far larger than the either of them, something all encompassing to their very species. Funny to him that the kid knows naught of what could become of him if everything fell into place.
There is a spark. Not one of Light, lead flies and the shadow staggers but remains standing, earning a maniacal laugh. It rattles about off the walls and echos out though the sky above. You won’t be killing me that way, Ward thought the same and look where he is now! Dead in the ground. And what do you have to show for all this running around? A waste of ammunition, perfect shots they might have been, but just as useless as you are!
Another white hot jolt of anger and the canon lowers, Shin throwing himself forward, Yor continues to laugh even when the punch is sent forward. Carrying the same ease that the gunslinger had for his weapon Dredgen brings a hand up to catch the fist. A monster of muscle and power his fingers close around the smaller hand and threaten to break bone.
The next motions carry them forward, Malphur’s head into the wall, arm twisted back. A breathy chuckle rolls out as the shadow closes in and speaks. “If I wanted to kill you, there were far more times I could have done so. Back in your town as I burned everything down to the ground. I could have killed you then. When Jaren Ward came for me, I could have gone to your camp and killed you there. Your death.. not yet, maybe later. First, I want to make sure I can rip away. every. last. thing you have.”
