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[deconstruct]

[ 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. ]

[dontia]

Starving.

[ Konstantin catches the flailing guard in his arms, the spray of blood from his jugular an arc of brilliance against the sterile white of the halls. He lets it coat his face in a bright streak of crimson as he dips his head down and sinks his teeth fast into the meat of the man's face, feeling the crack of a jaw bone, the splintering of teeth. He bites without care, feeling the torrent of a body frantically pumping away at its own blood supply, sluicing over his hands until the man is too slippery to hold fast to and they tumble to the floor.

He finishes the job. It could be called merciful, but really, it's just hunger. He's been held on the edge of starvation for a week now and it's all coming back to him, the way it feels to have a full belly, a mouth coated in fresh, wet blood.

Andyr takes care of another guard to the side, slamming his skull with his own weapon, and Konstantin darts forward to help, faster than any human ought to be only to feel gloved arms grab his elbows, twisting him back.

He thrashes, the man holding faster, as tightly as he can until Konstantin twists, nearly dislocating his arm in the process to get a good, powerful kick in. The man buckles and lets go in shock, giving him the perfect opening to surge forward and bite down hard on his neck. The bone snaps instantly and his body becomes over two hundred pounds of dead weight.

His teeth come free with flesh and blood as he tears away, making sure nothing in his mouth goes to waste on the floor. He hunches over his catch, fingers digging into the ballistic material of the guard's suit almost possessively.

The fourth guard is bringing up the rear, he can hear him dashing forward and at once and Konstantin lifts his head. ]

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