[ silly cursing standoff. whoever gives the worst diss explodes the other immediately. execution over
nothing hits. his bullets glance off of that shimmering shield with sunspots of color and disappear in the air. boothill's single eye widens, rounds out. his pupil shines brighter, burning into different shades of red and pink. the rage gets so much worse. his bitter smile disappears, his frown spread like the slash of a knife across his face. ]
Bring it on, forker!
[ he will not win the diss war, but he will, surprisingly, holster his gun and charge forward.
this is all so familiar. he remembers being picked up off the ground in a graveyard by long tendrils sprouting from his back. he remembers his adversary, blurred in an angry stain of red, large hands gripping an unlit metal torch.
this is all memory. in reality, against anders and for everyone in the flight deck to see, boothill reels both hands back behind him, over one side. in a flash of colors, something is suddenly in his grip:
a chainsaw, revved and shaking like an angry animal. it's different from the one totty and kate have seen, and this one is painted in bright, childlike colors despite its menacing teeth.
the colors are a blur of brown as he swipes the chainsaw upward, taking off anders' forearm with the force of the swing. ]
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nothing hits. his bullets glance off of that shimmering shield with sunspots of color and disappear in the air. boothill's single eye widens, rounds out. his pupil shines brighter, burning into different shades of red and pink. the rage gets so much worse. his bitter smile disappears, his frown spread like the slash of a knife across his face. ]
Bring it on, forker!
[ he will not win the diss war, but he will, surprisingly, holster his gun and charge forward.
this is all so familiar. he remembers being picked up off the ground in a graveyard by long tendrils sprouting from his back. he remembers his adversary, blurred in an angry stain of red, large hands gripping an unlit metal torch.
this is all memory. in reality, against anders and for everyone in the flight deck to see, boothill reels both hands back behind him, over one side. in a flash of colors, something is suddenly in his grip:
a chainsaw, revved and shaking like an angry animal. it's different from the one totty and kate have seen, and this one is painted in bright, childlike colors despite its menacing teeth.
the colors are a blur of brown as he swipes the chainsaw upward, taking off anders' forearm with the force of the swing. ]