Post by ghostlight on May 30, 2009 11:09:07 GMT -5
His heart was racing, and after the misfire from the attacker’s shotgun, it was almost behind his eyes. The adrenalin pumped through his veins like a water main. He was still in his low stance, stepping back he picked up the shotgun and ran his hands over it. Never taking his eyes from Leon he deftly ejected the shells and disassembled the weapon with a skill from years of experience. Giddien tossed pieces of the dismantled weapon all across the bar, “armature.”
“Your right Leon, it is about me, it is about the one thing here I have to hold on to” he began to circle closer to his opponent. “I help those I find because it’s the right thing to do...and every diseased and slag brained group of survivors I came across...that I tried to stay with tossed me out on my ass because of what I am.” Giddien spat another mouthful of blood, “I was the source of THERE hate and fear and anger just because I was sent into the walls by the military.”
He spat at Leon's feet, “So excuse me for having somewhat of a “Lone ranger” personality.” Giddien shot in and landed a heavy strike to Leon’s upper thigh causing him to stagger. As Giddien came up the wind rushed from his chest as the punch Leon himself landed had slipped through his defense and cracked a rib, “Fucking Christ, he is strong...!”
Giddien staggered back as Leon charged; before he could get his breath back he was on the ground with a pair of thumbs trying to pop his eyes. Giddien grabbed his attacker’s wrists and swept one leg up and crossed over, catching Leon by the neck. Still holding the hands he twisted his whole body, dropping Leon to his back now in an arm bar. Giddiens voice came out chocked as he sucked air back into his lungs“I sware to god if you don’t calm down Leon I will snap your arms off at the joint...”
“Your right Leon, it is about me, it is about the one thing here I have to hold on to” he began to circle closer to his opponent. “I help those I find because it’s the right thing to do...and every diseased and slag brained group of survivors I came across...that I tried to stay with tossed me out on my ass because of what I am.” Giddien spat another mouthful of blood, “I was the source of THERE hate and fear and anger just because I was sent into the walls by the military.”
He spat at Leon's feet, “So excuse me for having somewhat of a “Lone ranger” personality.” Giddien shot in and landed a heavy strike to Leon’s upper thigh causing him to stagger. As Giddien came up the wind rushed from his chest as the punch Leon himself landed had slipped through his defense and cracked a rib, “Fucking Christ, he is strong...!”
Giddien staggered back as Leon charged; before he could get his breath back he was on the ground with a pair of thumbs trying to pop his eyes. Giddien grabbed his attacker’s wrists and swept one leg up and crossed over, catching Leon by the neck. Still holding the hands he twisted his whole body, dropping Leon to his back now in an arm bar. Giddiens voice came out chocked as he sucked air back into his lungs“I sware to god if you don’t calm down Leon I will snap your arms off at the joint...”