WhiskeyMarten
I am FangS31
HECTOR MOSES
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 1 [The Recruit]
LOCATION:
South District
PARTICIPANTS:
Boltius
Doctor Llamabean
, Hector, Milo
Elenion Aura
THE RECRUIT
Bludgeoning the shield into pieces felt cathartic, but frustratingly it still wasn't his target. Hector went for another swing, as Milo scrambled away, and his iron fist caved in the already damaged street below. Some noises were beginning to return, though it was hard to decipher anything specific through the ringing in his ears. His head continued to pound and his teeth felt like they were about to be ground into dust with the way he was clenching them.
He sprung to his feet, to give chase yet again, but stopped seeing a black shape in the corner of his thankfully undamaged vision. He turned to the SUV that led the fleet down the road, too surprised to act upon it until it screeched to a halt in front of his opponent.
Another idiot trying to intervene? Shouldn't they know better than to get in the way of the Ace's business?
It was lucky that Hector had learned some self-control during his time in New Oasis, otherwise, he'd be punching a hole through every car blocking him from Milo. Instead, he took the time to catch his breath. It took him a moment to cop onto the fact that there was a large fleet of SUVs headed in the same direction he was originally headed, which was quite unusual.
Hector squinted, unsuccessfully trying to recognize the faces through the tinted windows. It was then that he picked up on Boltius's voice through the garbled mess that was his current hearing.
Who's dancing?
"I told you not to interrupt." He answered with a grimace as the path to Milo was cleared. This was not a good time. This was the worst time. If the fight had only just begun, Hector would take his chances to quickly defeat Milo before checking out the motorcade. But he was losing confidence in the time he aimed to end the fight in. He was sure he could destroy him, but how long would it take before Milo runs out of tricks? It would be an issue if he missed the chance to help the gang due to this challenge.
He pointed at Milo from across the street,
"You ain't taking my title," he forced the words out, the resentment evident. He lowered his arm, but kept an eye on Milo, barking orders to the Phoenixes nearby. "Contact Coalescence. Follow them. I'll catch up."
Boltius was right, he had to do his job. He was still the Ace.
"That's Phoenix business right there." Hector was speaking to Milo now, nodding his head in the direction the motorcade went. He didn't want to be the one to say it, but he had to postpone the fight for now. He really didn't want to say it, and so he didn't. Surely the wannabe Phoenix Ace would understand that business comes first?
Bludgeoning the shield into pieces felt cathartic, but frustratingly it still wasn't his target. Hector went for another swing, as Milo scrambled away, and his iron fist caved in the already damaged street below. Some noises were beginning to return, though it was hard to decipher anything specific through the ringing in his ears. His head continued to pound and his teeth felt like they were about to be ground into dust with the way he was clenching them.
He sprung to his feet, to give chase yet again, but stopped seeing a black shape in the corner of his thankfully undamaged vision. He turned to the SUV that led the fleet down the road, too surprised to act upon it until it screeched to a halt in front of his opponent.
Another idiot trying to intervene? Shouldn't they know better than to get in the way of the Ace's business?
It was lucky that Hector had learned some self-control during his time in New Oasis, otherwise, he'd be punching a hole through every car blocking him from Milo. Instead, he took the time to catch his breath. It took him a moment to cop onto the fact that there was a large fleet of SUVs headed in the same direction he was originally headed, which was quite unusual.
Hector squinted, unsuccessfully trying to recognize the faces through the tinted windows. It was then that he picked up on Boltius's voice through the garbled mess that was his current hearing.
Who's dancing?
"I told you not to interrupt." He answered with a grimace as the path to Milo was cleared. This was not a good time. This was the worst time. If the fight had only just begun, Hector would take his chances to quickly defeat Milo before checking out the motorcade. But he was losing confidence in the time he aimed to end the fight in. He was sure he could destroy him, but how long would it take before Milo runs out of tricks? It would be an issue if he missed the chance to help the gang due to this challenge.
He pointed at Milo from across the street,
"You ain't taking my title," he forced the words out, the resentment evident. He lowered his arm, but kept an eye on Milo, barking orders to the Phoenixes nearby. "Contact Coalescence. Follow them. I'll catch up."
Boltius was right, he had to do his job. He was still the Ace.
"That's Phoenix business right there." Hector was speaking to Milo now, nodding his head in the direction the motorcade went. He didn't want to be the one to say it, but he had to postpone the fight for now. He really didn't want to say it, and so he didn't. Surely the wannabe Phoenix Ace would understand that business comes first?