Post by kotetsu on Feb 17, 2022 2:49:22 GMT
Roy stood with his back against the torn panel, not considering the possibility that a bullet could still partially penetrate and hit him in the back. He was taking deep breaths to keep himself poised, but as about the only active method he knew for keeping his cool it wasn't going to last forever. He makes eye contact with Revelation amidst it, but doesn't say anything until it slowly comes to a stop, and a voice calls out inquiring their well being. He lets out a low growl as he backs away from the panel, refusing to come out quite yet.
"Who... the fuck!" he shouts, with labored breaths in between words. "...wants to know!"
Grimacing as he looks as his hand with blood dripping down his wrist, he reaches one hand to grip around the outer side of the panel, the other to the part still connected to the wall. With what seems like moderate amount of effort, he rips the remaining piece completely off the wall frame. The effort in doing so, exposes a flash of his body from shoulder down, showing unintentionally for a moment that neither he nor Revelation were likely the deformed creatures now strewn about in more pieces than when the started. Shifting his grip a bit he covers the both of them back up again fully he grabs it by sharp metal grooves on the back side, not at all comfortable to hold, and too short/thin to bend into a makeshift handle, but kept his hands from being further exposed at least.
"Start talking!"
"Who... the fuck!" he shouts, with labored breaths in between words. "...wants to know!"
Grimacing as he looks as his hand with blood dripping down his wrist, he reaches one hand to grip around the outer side of the panel, the other to the part still connected to the wall. With what seems like moderate amount of effort, he rips the remaining piece completely off the wall frame. The effort in doing so, exposes a flash of his body from shoulder down, showing unintentionally for a moment that neither he nor Revelation were likely the deformed creatures now strewn about in more pieces than when the started. Shifting his grip a bit he covers the both of them back up again fully he grabs it by sharp metal grooves on the back side, not at all comfortable to hold, and too short/thin to bend into a makeshift handle, but kept his hands from being further exposed at least.
"Start talking!"