#v. two.

brow quirked , sword resting , now , heavily on backside. demonic fiends long since decaying at their sides , blood seeping unto the earth , carrying their remains to hell. unsurprising is it that humanity cowers in fear , screams still echoing in the streets. it is , however , surprising it to see another so willing to fight the foes , gun in hand. like he's fought something of the same nature before. ' easy , now , buddy. ' gun still pointed , so he concedes with hands slightly risen ( despite knowing the bullet would injure him none. ) ' those muscles of yours aren't enough to take those guys out. thought you could use an extra hand. ' / @burynot , starter call - chris redfield !

         The Russian takes a long drag from his cigarette, tar covering            already blackened lungs, a sighed exhale after. Slowly, he turns            on his heel to face the end of the alley, eyes narrowed. ❛I know            you’re out there. Now come out,❜ spoken in his native tongue.