Tobin
'... Damn.'
Tobin grew up around bandits and killers, usually surviving off of scraps and leftovers. He'd seen the biggest and burliest men put away food at a pace where you were SURE they were going to take a wrong bite and mix their fingers into their meal. This reminded him a hell of a lot of that. He wondered why she didn't bother getting food at the bar, then he remembered it was a brothel. And brothel food was a fucking awful idea.
Tobin politely cut up his ham, eating at a much slower pace than his friend of the hour. There was either an angry lion in her stomach or her throat was a wood chipper. What was most impressive was the minimal mess of it all. The dwarf folded the ham on itself and ate it with his hands to try and finish sometime close to her. He slid the plate of eggs over to her while grinning.
"You want me to pay for all this?"
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Vergil
"is there anything you need? A map, or something?"
"That'd be wonderful." He said, hopefully not drowned out in their back and forth. He was getting his personal walkie ready, he left before anyone else but he expected at least someone here. He was a tad disappointed, just a single injured soldier to maybe help them out in this little adventure. He'd have to take what he could get, just a small supply drop near the location. He muttered something into it as they went on, turning back.
"Directions soon, and I'll be on my way. Think the bandits are expecting stealth?" Warren nodded as he seemed to come back, a bit of blood on himself. Vergil decided to just ignore that.
[sub]"Fuck swords..."[/sub] Warren muttered under his breath, feeling a cut on his cheek.
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Earlier
Warren VS.
Kayneth
The scarred warrior wandered off for a second, seemed they were fiddling with a radio and plans. Warren could rarely keep to his plans, he just went berserk and cleared rooms at a time with his gun. He swung his sword lazily through the air, enjoying the noise it made as steel ripped through air. He heard whistling from an alley, Warren was only walking in small circles around the house they were staying at, it was probably just a bystander-
"You!"
'Or not...' Warren turned to face the man, the red hair and blade he remembered from yesterday. He remembered the kid kinda attacked him, and he left him, but he never asked name or rank... Though his drawn blade certainly told him this wasn't friendly. He looked haggard, and like he hadn't eaten in a bit.
Warren grinned, he'd only been in a few melee brawls, but he had never been in a legitimate sword fight ever. The two men charged each other, Warren making the first swing, the Irishman quickly ducking under it without even bothering to raise his arms. He followed the motion with a deft spin on his heel, driving his shoulder into Smiles, sending him to the ground with a grunt of pain and shock.
Kayneth capitalized, reeling back his foot and kicking Warren on to his front. The skilled swordsman finally brought his blade up, intent to finish this before it even began, he brought it down on the downed bandit. Warren quickly moved his head, the blade slashing his cheek, near the end of his scar. He growled, kicking the legs out from under Kayneth, getting back to his own feet. He waited for his opponent to do the same, finding his sword and holding it up again in a two handed stance.
Kayneth smiled, dropping into a legitimate Fencing stance, extending his blade arm straight towards the oaf. The two circled for a moment, Kayneth lightly slapping the flats of their blade together. He waited till Warren took a step back, winding up for another wild slash, before swiping his leg back, lunging forward with his blade, aiming at his midsection. Warren danced quickly to the side, getting another cut, mostly to his clothing at least. Warren threw a punch, leaping forward and catching the fencer in the cheek, grabbing his bandaged hand hard, forcing a yell of pain out of the Fencer.
One could notice Warren's eyes clouding over, throwing the sword behind him as he cracked his knuckles.
He threw another punch, a left cross to the sword mans temple, using his right to give three quick jabs to the ribs. He took a step back, lunging forward with his knee aimed at his sternum. Kayneth saw stars as he was pushed back again, he shook his head in time for Warren to throw a straight punch into his forehead. Kayneth shook his head again, raising his blade so the flat would protect him. It did, for a moment, Warren quickly kicking his shin out from under him. To his credit, he managed to keep his balance about him, as Warren grabbed him by the forehead, running and slamming him in to a nearby wall, taking a step back and kicking him in the gut.
He slumped against the wall, getting caught by the neck by Warrens forearm. He looked groggily at the Berserker, as he reared his head back, smashing their heads together, making a kaleidoscope out of their visions, and then he did it again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
He shuddered violently, looking at the unconscious body. He'd need to save some more aggression for later. Warren stumbled back to the group, feeling more pumped than anything else. He bent over the loser, taking a few things. A new glove and some Carbon, he looked around. His shirt now had a hole carved in to it. He found the fencer had a backpack, he looked through it for a clean shirt. They were roughly the same size, though he was taller. He found a green shirt, baggy sleeves and a few buttons near the collar. It'd work, he threw away his old sleeveless blazer in favor of the new shirt, a tiny bit of blood showing up on his side.
Warren smiled, clenching his bloody fists.
Today would be a good day.
