<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry! I fergot bout this thread till now! @.@</td></tr></table> Dom hit the ground, hard, with a bullet in his thigh. He didn't check to see if any of his rounds had connected, because he had to scramble into the alleyway on the opposite side of the street for cover. "You're evil kid! For joining Revol! For taking command of his troops! Think of all the men you've led to their deaths! Those Commandoes, those troops in Bhim! How many more will have to die before Revol ends it!?" He was hastily patching up his leg, using a small pair of tweezers from his trenchoat to remove the bullet from his leg, and then bandaging it tightly. "You're only causing misery and suffering to the innocent!"
Drsuj's head tapped itself lightly against the stone as he listened to Dom's words. "I did nothing of that." he whispered softly. "I didn't ask for the commandoes to come. I'm just trying to get back my life." he said softly to himself. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to keep the tears at bay even though, with all his sweat, they wouldn't be visible. Instead, he looked over at the dead commandoes. Moving over to them and leaving the gun behind the rubble, he touched them lightly before beginning to bury them and to say a small prayer over them.
Dom peered a glowing red crosshair eye around the corner, and watched the Faction leader bury his men, Pyola being one of the last to go. He nodded, for he usually buried those he cleansed, believing in some sort of honor for the dead, evil as they might be. "They chose to follow Revol, they chose the wrong path. You could leave the organization right now if you wished, getting rid of any witnesses, and dissappearing into the desert. I would rather let you do that than have to kill you for choosing the wrong path in life..." He reloaded again, and his red crosshair eyes spun twice around in their sockets, relocking onto Drsuj' torso as he dug the graves and buried his men...
He snarled slightly under his teeth. He had once been almost primieval in a way. The sight of the blood of those he cared somewhat about seemed to be enough to drive him back to that state. He went back onto his four legs and spun to face Dom. His fur bristled as he growled and his eyes shone with hatred. He launched himself at Dom snarling and spitting.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry, a bit brain dead...</td></tr></table> Dom didn't have time to react, as he saw the red crosshair getting closer and closer. Ina final act of desparation, he hobbled across the street, breaking cover, and leaped up as best he could with his wounded leg, grabbing hold of the second floor balconies floor and swinging himself up. He barely had time to swing one of his guns around and point it at Drsuj as the four legged, daemonic looking pendragon got closer...
Drsuj snarled at the gun's sight. Enough of them had been pointed at him during his stay in Korkoni. He growled deep in his throat. He watched Dom scurry to the second floor. Placing his front paws against the wall, he snarled up at Dom the way a dog would snarl at a cat he had ust chased up a tree.
Dom inched back against the doors into the building, knowing that even in his feral state, Drsuj would get smart sooner or later and go around, or simply take a running leap. He fired a couple of rounds into the ground at Drsuj' feet, in a last desperation move, trying to force him away, and then ducked into the building, kicking down the double doors with his good leg, the other starting to bled through the bandage. He hobbled through the house, looking for something he could use, and after a few hurried minutes of searching, found something he could use, stashed in a cabinet in the ritzy western fashioned kitchen...
Drsuj, snarling, backed up and jumped over the railing to the second floor. He stood on the balcony looking in, his body turned slightly to one side. It was dark in there. Still snarling, he walked inside, his ears and eyes flicking about trying to find some sort of life. He moved over to a wall and backed up against a shelf knocking a picture over. He looked at it sniffing it a bit. He sat back on his haunches and reached one paw out to look at it.
Dom crouched behind the counter, watching Drsuj toy with the picture. The slightest of movements and the lighter burst into flame, and the flame ignited the rag poking out the the top of the bottle, putting the final touch on the moltov cocktail. Standing up, Dom grinned and heaved the burning bottle as hard as he could at the black pendragon, the clear glass spinning and sloshing around the liquid inside, most likely some sort of alcohol, which began to ignite even further...
Drsuj stood and yelped as the bottle burst on the ground in front of him. He grabbed the picture in his maw and tried to find an exit to the house. His fur began to singe and he whimpered in pain. He finally burst through and un opened window and crashed almost unconsious into the sand on the ground below. His breathing came in labored gasps as the slightly burned picture still remained in mouth. It was of a family of three smiling pendragons. The child in the middle looked almost like Drsuj.
Dom realised his stupidity as soon as the bottle hit the ground, smashing into a flurry of glass and flames. He looked for an exit, but finding none, as the flames, fueled by the desert heat and the wooden house, consumed the building, spreading through the floors like the wildfire that it was. "Shit..." He muttered, and pressed back against the wall, his trench coat protecting him somewhat against the heat, but not enough. In a final act of desparation, he flung himself through the same window as Drsuj had, and landed heavily a few feet from his enemy, his gun slipping from his hand and his conscious losing him just as he relaised who he was beside...
As Drsuj began to come to, he dropped the picture that he held in his mouth. His right leg was singed horribly and he couldn't get the smell of burning fur out of his nose. He looked next to him and saw there Dom and his gun. He walked over to the gun and lifted it in his maw carefuly so that he didn't pull the trigger. He walked over to Dom and moved as to sit on him and not allow him to get up. Drsuj had dropped the picture, though he didn't know it, within viewing distance of Dom.
Dom felt the bump as Drsuj took a seat on his back, and he groaned, struggling to get up, but unable, due to both the wound, and the fatigue. "You win criminal... Finish me off quickly..." He said with his eyes still closed, but when opening one crosshair shaped eye, he caught sight of the picture lying on the ground nearby, a picture resembling one he found in his own deserted home so many years ago. "I..." He started, and then fell silent, ceasing to struggle altogether...
Drsuj smirked down at Dom's face before crashing onto the ground, off of Dom's back. He smirked at Dom again as he spit Dom's gun from his mouth. Attempting to stand, all he could do with his singed leg was crash back into the dust and sand.
Dom stared at him for a moment, wondering why he hadn't been killed, and then slowly sat up, wincing at his burns and the wound in his leg, which had ceased bleeding but still hurt like hell. "So why didn't you kill me... You could have done it so easily..."
Drsuj tried to straighten up again but only succeded in sitting upright. "Cause I'm not like you." he said keeping his back to Dom. He looked back at him "I only kill when it's required."
Dom snorted at this. "So what happens when you're ordered to kill an innocent? Someone you know personally? Or someone you don't want to? Will you turn traitorous like Temrin? Will you be on the run like me for the rest of your life?" He coughed and a small amount of black smoke wisped from his lungs. Realising the building was about to collapse any minute now, he got up, and extended a hand to Drsuj. "I call a truce, we're both injured, and if we don't do something, this entire town could burn down, killing innocents in the process."
Drsuj looked up unsure at the outstretched paw. He realised that this man, may not be, but looked very similar to, the man who had originally sent him to Korkoni so many years ago. Grabbing the nearby picture with one paw, he lifted his other up and grasped it tightly, using Dom's weight to help hoist himself up onto two legs.
Dom grunted, and stumbled slightly, barely able to pull Drsuj up through his injuries. "I guess it's a deal..." He muttered, and after picking up his gun, took the ammo out of it and holstered it, smiling with a mournful look on his face. "Come on, we have to find water, I remember seeing a well on the edges of town, if we hurry, we can get to it and maybe stop it from spreading." He started jogging off towards the end of the one street running through town, the blood spot visible on his coat where the shot had pierced into his leg...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>I'd like this thread closed please, by any administrator first to see this post. "The Lost" are dead, and anybody in this thread, could you please alter any plots or characters that have affiliations, thank you. </td></tr></table>
