The Fool
he/him
She shot first.
The brute fell back with the same surprised and ugly expression forever stamped on his face. The blast triggered a chaotic sound of feet hurrying back and forth, items falling and a column of rich, mainly old, supposedly legitimate businessmen fleeing through the backdoor without looking back where all their gambling wealth remained. Perhaps pocket money for them, but definitely not for this raggedy trio.
Wynter had barbarically finished off the cyborg and Roman felt an odd sensation of satisfaction about it; taking hits from half-men half-robots was never fair. All the better that the brute had ended up death with a shiv in his back. Deserving. Roman stood up with a groan and spat venomously at the murdered muscle man before walking towards the house without hurrying one bit. He only halted for a second to look at the innocent face of 'Mat' who had just murdered...well, a Vigo's.
"Mantic Gan, son to a Vigo of Black Sun." he pursed his lips in pleasant surprise jerking his head at the dead body before smirking savagely at 'Mat' "Murder looks like a past time for you, psycho. Tsk, tsk, tsk--Rackham, get your ass over here and start hauling all these retirement funds before the police is here."
Lief
Wynter Rackham
The brute fell back with the same surprised and ugly expression forever stamped on his face. The blast triggered a chaotic sound of feet hurrying back and forth, items falling and a column of rich, mainly old, supposedly legitimate businessmen fleeing through the backdoor without looking back where all their gambling wealth remained. Perhaps pocket money for them, but definitely not for this raggedy trio.
Wynter had barbarically finished off the cyborg and Roman felt an odd sensation of satisfaction about it; taking hits from half-men half-robots was never fair. All the better that the brute had ended up death with a shiv in his back. Deserving. Roman stood up with a groan and spat venomously at the murdered muscle man before walking towards the house without hurrying one bit. He only halted for a second to look at the innocent face of 'Mat' who had just murdered...well, a Vigo's.
"Mantic Gan, son to a Vigo of Black Sun." he pursed his lips in pleasant surprise jerking his head at the dead body before smirking savagely at 'Mat' "Murder looks like a past time for you, psycho. Tsk, tsk, tsk--Rackham, get your ass over here and start hauling all these retirement funds before the police is here."
Lief
Wynter Rackham
