[ in some other time, boothill and justice would have found common ground. the words are written on his profile for everyone to see: revenge needs no excuse. despite his aloofness and optimism and recklessness, boothill approaches his revenge on the man who took his world away with meticulousness, having backup plan upon backup plan, all to savor that one moment where his vengeance is finally brought down on oswaldo schneider's head.
righteousness. justice. meting out punishment through individual action. these are tenets of being a galaxy ranger. he and justice might have agreed on things if boothill had held out a little longer. neither of them are so lucky.
boothill's arm, caught in justice's grip, immediately melts off at the wrist. his hand drops to the ground, a metal band with its jeweled head still flashing on his ring finger. the chainsaw shatters into fractals and shimmers out of sight. boothill yells out into the air, his voice full of crackling electricity. his arm cracks and sputters, blue liquid pouring from whatever crevice isn't melted off. he falls backward, catches himself before he can hit the ground, and staggers onto his feet.
the blue liquid pouring out of him changes. red. blue. orange. green.
in an angry bolt of DEFIANCE, boothill yells again, losing all sense of the world around him as he wheels around and tries to kick justice in the head with the spur on his heel. ]
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righteousness. justice. meting out punishment through individual action. these are tenets of being a galaxy ranger. he and justice might have agreed on things if boothill had held out a little longer. neither of them are so lucky.
boothill's arm, caught in justice's grip, immediately melts off at the wrist. his hand drops to the ground, a metal band with its jeweled head still flashing on his ring finger. the chainsaw shatters into fractals and shimmers out of sight. boothill yells out into the air, his voice full of crackling electricity. his arm cracks and sputters, blue liquid pouring from whatever crevice isn't melted off. he falls backward, catches himself before he can hit the ground, and staggers onto his feet.
the blue liquid pouring out of him changes. red. blue. orange. green.
in an angry bolt of DEFIANCE, boothill yells again, losing all sense of the world around him as he wheels around and tries to kick justice in the head with the spur on his heel. ]