[ it was a mistake, putting the two of them together. the handlers really should've known that, but perhaps they either didn't know kon well enough, or didn't know andyr well enough.
the two, put together, drag this building into hell with them.
between andyr's durability and kon's viciousness, adding to the reckless depravity they both give in to, making them fearless, they cut through the halls and defenses like a hot knife through butter. shooting fish in a barrel.
the metal of the door makes an eerie, whining cry, as the two super humans rip at it, prying it open, more like them trying to get to the guards on the other side, than the guards trying to get to them. andyr's mind is soaked red and consumed in bloodlust. there's no real hope to making it out of the building - he knows hapsburg will find him eventually - but more to make the most devastating massacre he can. if kon can escape in the wreckage of it, great, but the two of them know better than to consider it a done deal. ]
Good. [ andyr snarls, the first glimpse of the men on the other side caught through the crack in the door. ] Stay hungry.
[ because the second he makes it through, Andyr's charging into the first guard, a hand with jagged nails going straight for his throat, as the other smacks the gun to the side, using the man's body as a meat shield against the others (tranqs, of course), until they pause for reload. his fingers curl in mercilessly, sinking into the man's throat, and he rips.
with a gaping wound where his wind pipe used to be, the fading guard is toss back, to Kon behind to finish. onward - the gun pulled free from the first man thuds against one's head, jabs into another's neck, the barrel stabbed into the last's eye socket. ]
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the two, put together, drag this building into hell with them.
between andyr's durability and kon's viciousness, adding to the reckless depravity they both give in to, making them fearless, they cut through the halls and defenses like a hot knife through butter. shooting fish in a barrel.
the metal of the door makes an eerie, whining cry, as the two super humans rip at it, prying it open, more like them trying to get to the guards on the other side, than the guards trying to get to them. andyr's mind is soaked red and consumed in bloodlust. there's no real hope to making it out of the building - he knows hapsburg will find him eventually - but more to make the most devastating massacre he can. if kon can escape in the wreckage of it, great, but the two of them know better than to consider it a done deal. ]
Good. [ andyr snarls, the first glimpse of the men on the other side caught through the crack in the door. ] Stay hungry.
[ because the second he makes it through, Andyr's charging into the first guard, a hand with jagged nails going straight for his throat, as the other smacks the gun to the side, using the man's body as a meat shield against the others (tranqs, of course), until they pause for reload. his fingers curl in mercilessly, sinking into the man's throat, and he rips.
with a gaping wound where his wind pipe used to be, the fading guard is toss back, to Kon behind to finish. onward - the gun pulled free from the first man thuds against one's head, jabs into another's neck, the barrel stabbed into the last's eye socket. ]