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hadriel_logs2016-11-13 07:36 pm
infinite1up) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-11-13 07:36 pm
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[Closed] Years wrinkle the skin. Giving up wrinkles the soul.
Who: Matt Murdock and Sato
What: Vigilante justice of some variety, probably!
Where: Streets at night
When: Now!
Warnings: Violence in general, specifics to be determined
Under the cover of darkness, Sato lightly pads up to the corner of one of Hadriel's numerous abandoned buildings, taking a quick peek around. It doesn't seem like the green-skinned fellow he's been following for the last twenty minutes or so has a clue he's there.
Sato would get a kick out of making his presence known, confronting Warrick head-on for maximum enjoyment again. But that just isn't ideal, and it certainly hasn't gotten him too far yet: some more experience dealing with that magic shield of Warrick's, and some possibilities for strategic options in the future, but nothing solid. There's been the fun of getting him in his sights, but no payoff.
He shouldn't even need his ghost, if he's going to murder him unannounced, Sato thinks. But the M1911 semi-auto pistol at his side goes unused tonight.
For one thing, he's out of bullets again. But it'd also have been loud, and he's still trying to keep things relatively quiet, in more than one sense of the word. At least, in a small stroke of good fortune, Warrick hasn't mentioned these little murdergames to anyone as far as he knows.
But he has a replacement machete for the one he'd lost in their last altercation, a couple knives, and a heavy spiked morning star he'd taken a shine to at the armory. Although he's not really a medieval weaponry kind of guy, he's been looking forward to seeing what something like this can do. Unclipping it from his belt, Sato hefts the heavy weapon in one hand, preparing to come around that last corner and make his final approach.
What: Vigilante justice of some variety, probably!
Where: Streets at night
When: Now!
Warnings: Violence in general, specifics to be determined
Under the cover of darkness, Sato lightly pads up to the corner of one of Hadriel's numerous abandoned buildings, taking a quick peek around. It doesn't seem like the green-skinned fellow he's been following for the last twenty minutes or so has a clue he's there.
Sato would get a kick out of making his presence known, confronting Warrick head-on for maximum enjoyment again. But that just isn't ideal, and it certainly hasn't gotten him too far yet: some more experience dealing with that magic shield of Warrick's, and some possibilities for strategic options in the future, but nothing solid. There's been the fun of getting him in his sights, but no payoff.
He shouldn't even need his ghost, if he's going to murder him unannounced, Sato thinks. But the M1911 semi-auto pistol at his side goes unused tonight.
For one thing, he's out of bullets again. But it'd also have been loud, and he's still trying to keep things relatively quiet, in more than one sense of the word. At least, in a small stroke of good fortune, Warrick hasn't mentioned these little murdergames to anyone as far as he knows.
But he has a replacement machete for the one he'd lost in their last altercation, a couple knives, and a heavy spiked morning star he'd taken a shine to at the armory. Although he's not really a medieval weaponry kind of guy, he's been looking forward to seeing what something like this can do. Unclipping it from his belt, Sato hefts the heavy weapon in one hand, preparing to come around that last corner and make his final approach.
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He can definitely appreciate a bit of showy-ness, though.
And in Sato's opinion, this is why it's always good to have a few backups. There's the distinct sound of Sato drawing a weapon much more familiar to him -- medieval weaponry might not be his area of expertise, but the good old trusty machete takes him way back.
"Ha ha," he laughs a little and takes one step, then another to the side, circling. "Come on. What have you got? Magic? Psychic abilities? I'm curious."