BRAWLER WANTED

[Poco] Warm Healer

ミ★  Third person POV
ミ★ 1700+ words
ミ★ Notes : gorgonize | (v.) to have a paralyzing/ mesmerizing effect on someone.

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Words of heavy planning echo silently at both sides. Two teams of three idled to themselves as the clock ticked on. Light strumming of a guitar travels through the air, its tune gentle.

The mariachi's ally taps him rather roughly, the cock of a shotgun pauses the music. "Pay attention bonehead." Bull scolds, expressing clear irritation. Darryl says nothing, staring blankly at the scene unfold before him.

Poco recoils away, his smile now becoming a small frown. Holding the guitar in one hand, he uses the other to soothe his arm.

"I was!"

"Bull sees you doing music instead of listening!"

A bead of sweat trickles down Darryl's forehead. The timer clicks down, a loud siren signals their duel would start soon. Poco meekly drives his attention elsewhere as Bull insults him. The skeleton's excited attitude evaporated quickly within mere minutes after queuing.

It wasn't as if he tried to aim for this exact matchup, it was quite the opposite actually. Unfortunately for him, the pairing he wanted was on the other team.

The tank fumes as he notices his teammate still isn't feeding him attention, though, before he was able to act upon his realization another siren flares. The match had started.

Each of them take off in separate directions through the mines, varieties of colors loom over every character. Several shades of purple reflect off the walls, glinting when given any sort of light.

The first gem goes to Barley on the opposing team who was quick to flee as Bull neared. He releases a barrel into the bush Barley entered, no damage was dealt. Bull tails him into the bush, Darryl pursuing as well. Barley tosses bottles of alcohol behind him.

Throughout the altercation Shelly went down alongside Darryl. Poco watches in the background, sounds of gunshots and glass shattering clash at each other.

Another gems flies out, Poco picks it up. The skeleton strums his guitar at any opening left unchecked. His heart lifts as a figure emerges from the abundance of musical notes.

[F/n] smiles warmly at the musician, twirling the pistol in hand. She unloads on him, purposely missing every shot by a single centimeter as he scurries away.

[H/l] [h/c] locks bounce perfectly with every movement she made. She ran her fingers through her hair with confidence, continuing to fire the weapon into his direction to keep him idle.

Wordlessly, her hand pockets the next few gems that had appeared. Poco rattles slightly, shakily strumming his guitar in her direction.

It was a game of chance whether he'd land a hit or not. The girl was agile on her feet, and at his distance she could easily step away if needed.

Bull, who seemingly came out of nowhere, charges forward at her direction. Steam left his nose as his beet red complex cooled off just for a moment. [E/c] eyes flutter as she evaded him, turning back immediately to fire at him. With low health, he was forced to retreat.