talk about a heist gone backwards. that little screw up would pay for this! The Quing ran through the corridors, firing behind him so bodies and glass crashed to the ground. somewhere outside a motorbike was pulling up.
"He's down here!" Hell! he kept running while firing frantically over his shoulder, a bullet finding its mark as a glass window crashed to the ground in pieces. If he reached it in time he'd get out before the security reached him. shots rang through the air as he ran, tackled to the ground so that dust got into his scars through the mask.
"You're going away for a long time" He was tempted to spit in their face
"Y'all think so?" He aimed the gun at their back with his free arm, breathing in before... CRASH! the security whirled as the guest dropped through the shattered window, throwing their arm forward so a flash of silver collided with the security's temple, lodging in the brain as the guest ran over. they were dressed entirely in silver, dazzling in the light they looked like a human blade. He threw two more blades at the advancing security, dropping low to spin a kick before blocking the retaliating punch and kicking off of the ground to land the other side with a cruel punch as the security crashed to the ground. The Quing walked forward to take his wrists when he turned around.
"Blade Eyes" He slid from his grip, doe brown eyes looking through the mask
"Quing"
"Why did you save me?" He looked at him and tilted his head
"So you'd owe me, and i want to work with you"
"Do you?" Blade Eyes smiled slyly
"I do, and i know how to get what i want" The Quing scanned him
"Y'all sound confident"
"Why not?"
"Y'all'd join me?" He leaned into his personal space to whisper
"I'd fight you"
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The Royal Trio
Hayran Kurgu"There's a new threat you should now about. Or three" Eyebrows shot up "Three?" She showed him the photos while swallowing "Three" He picked up the first photo "Who the hell is this?" The chocolate skinned man in the photo had a shadow of jet black...
