Yakov011001
Archetype of Steel
- One on One
- Group
- Off-site
"Those were my fucking groceries, guy. Come on."
This morning was already shaping up to be a mess. It had been a while since he'd been mugged, so maybe he'd gotten a little complacent. Even still, Victor should've known better than to take any shortcuts in the way back to the shop. Now his bags were all over the ground, though it fortunately looked like there weren't any damages to the produce itself. Still, it'd be a hassle to clean up.
"Good thing you don't have to worry about that anymore, I'll be taking them off your hands." His assailant was a Steinkind, which meant he couldn't very well brute force this especially when shooting him dead-on meant he was at most chipping a tooth.
"I take it you want my wallet as well?" Victor's deadpan gave a disregard of the situation, as he flicked back the left flap of his coat to reach for it. "You mind if I take a minute to separate the coins? I still need my commission card and stuff."
"Whatever, man! Just give me your money!" The Steinkind was unarmed, but he kept himself at a distance for reasons Victor couldn't fathom.
"When you're built like a mountain face, I recommend taking advantage of that," Victor fished out a single Lon coin from his coin purse pinched between his forefinger and thumb. "I wouldn't try playing it so far, rush me down."
"Fine by me!" The mugger agreed with the sentiment. Perfect.
Victor chuckled internally, remembering how much he'd been kicked around the first time he was asked to deal with a Steinkind. Fortunately that experience lended him a bit of an anatomy lesson: Steinkind are hard as stone in most all places except core joints and most crucially—
"Back of the head." Victor whispered into the Lon coin before flicking it out with his thumb.
The coin soared past the mugger, who had been goaded into ignoring it in favor of blasting Victor in the teeth. Flicking back the other flap of his coat, Victor revealed the holster for his revolver. Taking it by the trigger guard, he rolled it up into his hand and cocked the hammer.
Oh the folly of being right-handed, but left-eye dominant. He mused as he closed his right eye to focus in on the coin. Even pull, don't anticipate. Victor recited as he pulled the trigger. The bullet ripped through and past the Steinkind, who had flinched from the gun being pulled but hadn't caught onto the idea that maybe he shouldn't be facing Victor anymore. The bullet bounced off the coin, and with a quick flash of light was redirected into the back of the mugger's head.
While the bullet had a clean entrance, with the rest of the Steinkind's skull being hard as stone it didn't have a very easy exit leaving the bullet to bounce around violently and tear his brain to shreds. Dropping to the floor immediately, and becoming effectively a pile of rocks on the street.
Victor could only sigh at the sight. With a quick whistle the Lon coin he'd sent away flying back into his left hand, and in the same motion he flipped the revolver back into its holster. Maybe there was a better way of handling that, but it most certainly would've been harder. What do I have to gain in that extra effort? Pavvjör isn't so forgiving as to reward that kind of behavior, and there was even more incentive for him to just snuff him out.
"Six hundred fifty Lon. He was hustling pretty hard out here, huh?" Victor mused on the money he fished out of the mugger's wallet.
Fortune smiled upon his triumph with enough money to give him the excuse to slack off today. Since he wouldn't have to take any commissions, he could probably just sit in the shop and pray he got a new job. 650L was nice, but he was still pretty far from the upcoming rent.
"Oh, but before I forget," Victor retrieved a small oblong disc from his wallet, clicking the button on its center. When it started flashing with green and white lights, he tossed it onto the carcass as he left to pick up his groceries. "Hold onto that, I'm sure someone will find you soon."
As for him, it was time to open up shop.
Juju
This morning was already shaping up to be a mess. It had been a while since he'd been mugged, so maybe he'd gotten a little complacent. Even still, Victor should've known better than to take any shortcuts in the way back to the shop. Now his bags were all over the ground, though it fortunately looked like there weren't any damages to the produce itself. Still, it'd be a hassle to clean up.
"Good thing you don't have to worry about that anymore, I'll be taking them off your hands." His assailant was a Steinkind, which meant he couldn't very well brute force this especially when shooting him dead-on meant he was at most chipping a tooth.
"I take it you want my wallet as well?" Victor's deadpan gave a disregard of the situation, as he flicked back the left flap of his coat to reach for it. "You mind if I take a minute to separate the coins? I still need my commission card and stuff."
"Whatever, man! Just give me your money!" The Steinkind was unarmed, but he kept himself at a distance for reasons Victor couldn't fathom.
"When you're built like a mountain face, I recommend taking advantage of that," Victor fished out a single Lon coin from his coin purse pinched between his forefinger and thumb. "I wouldn't try playing it so far, rush me down."
"Fine by me!" The mugger agreed with the sentiment. Perfect.
Victor chuckled internally, remembering how much he'd been kicked around the first time he was asked to deal with a Steinkind. Fortunately that experience lended him a bit of an anatomy lesson: Steinkind are hard as stone in most all places except core joints and most crucially—
"Back of the head." Victor whispered into the Lon coin before flicking it out with his thumb.
The coin soared past the mugger, who had been goaded into ignoring it in favor of blasting Victor in the teeth. Flicking back the other flap of his coat, Victor revealed the holster for his revolver. Taking it by the trigger guard, he rolled it up into his hand and cocked the hammer.
Oh the folly of being right-handed, but left-eye dominant. He mused as he closed his right eye to focus in on the coin. Even pull, don't anticipate. Victor recited as he pulled the trigger. The bullet ripped through and past the Steinkind, who had flinched from the gun being pulled but hadn't caught onto the idea that maybe he shouldn't be facing Victor anymore. The bullet bounced off the coin, and with a quick flash of light was redirected into the back of the mugger's head.
While the bullet had a clean entrance, with the rest of the Steinkind's skull being hard as stone it didn't have a very easy exit leaving the bullet to bounce around violently and tear his brain to shreds. Dropping to the floor immediately, and becoming effectively a pile of rocks on the street.
Victor could only sigh at the sight. With a quick whistle the Lon coin he'd sent away flying back into his left hand, and in the same motion he flipped the revolver back into its holster. Maybe there was a better way of handling that, but it most certainly would've been harder. What do I have to gain in that extra effort? Pavvjör isn't so forgiving as to reward that kind of behavior, and there was even more incentive for him to just snuff him out.
"Six hundred fifty Lon. He was hustling pretty hard out here, huh?" Victor mused on the money he fished out of the mugger's wallet.
Fortune smiled upon his triumph with enough money to give him the excuse to slack off today. Since he wouldn't have to take any commissions, he could probably just sit in the shop and pray he got a new job. 650L was nice, but he was still pretty far from the upcoming rent.
"Oh, but before I forget," Victor retrieved a small oblong disc from his wallet, clicking the button on its center. When it started flashing with green and white lights, he tossed it onto the carcass as he left to pick up his groceries. "Hold onto that, I'm sure someone will find you soon."
As for him, it was time to open up shop.
Juju
