Feb 22, 2018
@warsrph || X
Though he himself had a FLAIR for the dramatic, the way the other twirls and parries and flings limbs out like a HAILSTORM is more than what even Mitra can acclaim to. Smoking pistols useless by his sides, he ogles the man, brows pinching in irritation. He was ITCHING for the smell of cordite in his nostrils, craving the ‘BANG!’ resounding in his own eardrums----
And here he stood.
Useless.
❝ Fuckin’ Christ, man, leave some for the rest of us--- ❞ Feral man frowns with a deep furrow of his brow. ❝ Ya know, it’s not a race. ❞
