Thread: Supply and Demand ( Sanoci x Xanaphia)

Drenched heavily on tears of betrayal reflected off the rear view mirror sank tremendously into the conscious of the mercenary as he drove into the horizon. Over an hour passed the scrapyard was the billowing frustrations over his rash decision influenced by not only greed, but terror over the tragedies awaiting her should they both get overwhelmed by the fierce elements representing these lands regardless of the form it took. Realistically the Parish clan would hunt him down for transforming Desiree into a rebellious runaway, prompting enough difficulty within the region should their persistence prove zealous. Depicting what horrendous acts he commit on her body caused an abrupt stop. Dammit it all, I need to go back! Encircling back towards the other direction would drag him into nightfall where other menaces lingered. A plentiful bounty for from selling her would margin some forgiveness should the damage not prove permanent in severing her trust completely. Reving the engine and accerlating at the top velocity would enable him to neutralize the distance, however being an intelligence soldier for bullets knew playing it logical was the fundamental way to achieving victory with a good heap of ruthlessness. Booby trapping the vehicle and camouflaging it best to his ability, Vas Xenos spent the next hour overly vigilant with all senses working, acknowledging ambushes from raiders to encountering an hostile mutated beast were plausible scenarios. Reaching the area, he begun to smear the dirt in the best effort of hiding his form. Eyes caught the subtle hints of an alarm system, tin cans adequately placed where it be bungled near the extirpated vehicles with all salvageable pieces stripped out like a hollowed carcass devoured by the vultures. Accompanying with a crossbow and jittery with vivid thoughts of the condition of the one gem of that husk of a bartertown infuriated the warrior. Peering sockets broadened at the location of the two, noting no ripped clothing or any additional trauma just yet. Experiences outdoor taught him to subtly sever noise by his pacing, curled toes taking the blunt of the impact with the soles not pressed to create any disturbances. Approximately only a frenzied dash away, steady aim was bestowed before a bolt pinned into the right foot, dropping the weapon immediately and running straight for the bastard. FFFFFUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Professionalism, stealth, and sheer composure be damned. Vas Xenos was fuming, eyes bulging out with mouth agape with his canines bared like a feral beast emitting a war cry. If this awoken Desiree, oh well. This man needed to be punished for his weakness, exploiting the damages , and worse of all provoking this early obstacle which likely brought future strife. Descending with an incredible leap into the air, springing with knees in a squatted position to splash his abdomen into his collarbone. Pinned into a mount, he begun a frantic combination of berserk hooks into the greased face of the scvanger, blood spewing forth with his cries slowly muffled first by the lack of air, then teeth with cuts slicing into Vas vicious hands without care. YOU...WILLL.....NEVER....TOUCH.....HER.....AGAIN.........!!!!!! He pummeled and pummeled furiously he did until the skull conveyed. For the recently deserted ans sold Desiree this likely was a gruesome showcase of the harsh realities outside of her home. Roaring a boisterous roar of animosity, he slowly rose off the man after two minutes of unrelenting brutality. Hands bloodied with a few sprays onto his face, a chilling gaze was met, then redirected away in shame.