"...."
He hesitated before starting to walk over to it-it was...quiet....too quiet-that's when he heard the growls-growls he was all too familiar with. Lycans.
"HF-NO-ENOUGH OF THIS!!"
Something inside him just-snapped. He had been through horrible shit all day, practically tortured, and he was-DONE. So you know what, fuck this shit he was going down swinging.
"It was bad enough when I had to deal with the insane bloodsuckers-I am NOT going to give in to a bunch of oversized stray dogs!!"
And with that, he threw off the stupid ass jacket Ms. Milkers had put him in and just started punching the shit out of the Lycans-obviously he wasn't winninggg-but he WAS putting up a hell of a fight. It looked like an insanely intense tavern brawl out there.
..And suddenly.. There was a bit of a leather clap.. (dull I suppose).. as a bit of a laugh.. or scoff, was heard from up above.. he was heeeeerreee~
“Ohohohoo, bravo! Bravooo, your the first to finally survive my Lycans! Everyone human is just pathetic, you? Finally gives some entertainment! Here, for being such a good show, take this. I’m sure you’ll have more use for it than I.”
Whoever was talking from above, threw down what seemed like a hand gun.. imagine Ethan’s, just a bit more modified.
"HF-OH GREAT, SO YOU'RE ANOTHER SICK BASTARD HUH!?"
Yeah no he was fucking done. He may have held back in front of the pressing weight of the Dimitrescu's trying to kill him, but at this point it was just a bunch of wolves and some man taking pleasure in it. And he sure as hell wasn't going to play nice.
"Muttering under his breath Oh you ass-"
He gritted his teeth and teared a strip of the bottom of his shirt, tying his hair up because it was making it harder to fight before cocking the gun, looking around frantically for some form of high ground to put some distance between him and the Lycans. He shot a few, aiming for their legs to slow them down-he didn't want to waste bullets trying to kill them, especially considering he didn't know how many he had.