08-07-2018, 11:03 AM
Eventually Ricter would feel his body wishing to wake up, and that would be pretty much all he’d feel as he grabbed at a pillow and felt he was currently snuggling it right now. Slowly his eyes would open to find that Elysia was gone, which made him wonder how she manged to escape his grasp but he could guess that she had managed to slip from him in the morning and probably head off to work, as she did mention prior that she really needed to take the morning shift during their little time eating and drinking tea.
Looking around she didn’t leave a note, or some kinda love letter type thing about ‘seeing him later’, no instead she left a text on his phone as he picked it up off the night stand. “Went to work sweetie, thanks for being my blanket last night, as I said before I’ll be off around noon. Text me if you find something you wanted to do besides the carnival.”
The mustelid wouldn’t text back, really he was more so wanting to eat something now that he noticed that it was only nine in the morning at the moment. Climbing out of bed he would make his way to the floor and look around, he did wonder what he could grab to eat, maybe something from that store he visited last night? Though they didn’t really have warm foods available, so he’d take his chances to maybe look for something on his personal exploration of the city.
Quickly he’d throw on some additional clothes, some pants and his long sleeve shirt under his normal shirt. He knew it could get warm down here but it could also get very cold given how last night turned out, it was frigid when the fire place ran out of heat, and it seemed the building didn’t have a proper ventilation system for pushing in heat. So once he finished his daily duties, brush teeth, bathroom, wash up again, he’d make his way out of the hotel to maybe give the town a nice comb over and see what was around.
It was still night outside, or ‘night’ given from his hotel window he could see the other side of town and the green tinted shading of light that encompassed the more so poor portions of town. The streets were busy, large insects scuttling along on multiple legs that carried everyone, re-imaging car’s and what not which was pretty interesting since they made for a good replacement. They can climb walls, don’t need much to eat besides dirt and grubs, and were cleaner too, a great alternative for something that could live down here happily.
Ricter had no clue where he wanted to head in town, all he knew was that he wanted to do at least something fun or interesting to maybe do with Elysia later on. Food was the main priority but every small store he passed and fancy restaurant made him want to turn away, snack bars weren't really snacks, more like bug meals. Plus restaurants were possible places to go too later on with Elysia later so he’d settle for vegetable based things, a baked potato, carrots, and even a real candy bar.
It was amazing how much you missed candy when all around you were brands such as ‘Bug-nuggets’ and ‘Rolly-Pollies’, one being something popular among insects of course, the other? That was a box of those bugs you payed with on the side walk as a kid that rolled into a ball to try and get away, and people ate these like popcorn.
But a chocolate ‘twix’ bar was the best he could find, and he found around thee of them so all three were now in his bag as he smiled and walked along. Chocolate for breakfast wasn’t new to him, especially when working in a hospital on important surgeries, when he couldn’t use his sword for everything he was still quite capable as a doctor. Still required to learn the ways of fixing the body with out magic.
The carnival sounded nice, a stray thought came to mind now that he had some kind of food in his fuzzy belly, and by what he could guess it was near the docks, having forgot to ask about it to Elysia. Walking around on the streets he would notice that many of the people were further away, how? In a manner of just not coming down the same street as he was on, some crossing over, as if fear was striking them. It made him wonder if the weasel was intimidating, a vast change from how he was treated when he got here as he wanted to get information from someone.
Still, his eyes would begin to train around him, examining whom was near by though Ricter did notice someone was following him. Making hard turns down streets, walking slowly then speeding up again before moving at an average pace, his new friend continued to keep up in lock step. Appearance wise by what he could make out they seemed like a typical rat resident that was about half his size, he couldn’t tell if he had a weapon or not nor could he tell if he was completely alone. Wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt he could guess where they were from, but wouldn't think too hard about it.
Especially as he made his way towards the docks, unphased by the rodents pursuit which seemed to end right as he began to go through the mushroom park that lead into that area. He had been following for well around half a mile or so, even aiming to be a little sneaky about it as they kept in eye shot but even Ricter wouldn't be able to tell where they went off too now as the foliage was too deep and lush.
Looking ahead spores began to fall around him once again now that he was deep into the mushroom park. Someone began walking up and a few people from the tree’s near by as well, normally Ricter would be defensive in tense situations where he was possibly outnumbered, like this was an elaborate trap and he just walked into it. But he recognized one as his pursuer, and some of his pals coming out of the foliage of fungus and mold.
Their faces had a dark blue hue to it, all thanks to the look of the park around them, which even Ricters body had the same hue to it, but this looked more menacing, more like they had some kind of alternative motive. “Hey, no need to get all antsy buddy, we just wana talk with ya.” One would speak up, all rodents besides one who had a noticeable disfigurement, one he recognized above all the others.
“About?”
“Well a friend of mine says you did something to him, and you see we don't tend to enjoy seeing our friends being hurt. Especially for-” They would be cut off, a rodent with a hand missing would growl and yell out. “That’s the fucking bastard! He cut off my hand!” He knew it would bite him in the ass somehow.
“I’m only here to visit a friend, I’m not interested in stepping on any toes.” A bit too late for that but it was a modest attempt at diplomacy.
“You know, I’d be inclined to believe you, but..” He’d pause before pulling out what seemed like a gun, a machine pistol but so did those around him, his friend all seemed to be packing some kind of weapon, mostly pistols while one had a rifle.
Taking a soft puff of his still burning cigar it was nearly out and he would flinch as he burnt his finger on the tip but he’d flick it away after blowing out a cloud of smoke. The blue spores danced off the weapons, they would point them towards the weasel as Ricter would raise his hands up, after all he didn’t want to get shot, but found it might happen anyways.
“Come on! Lets just ice em’ already, he’s asking for it!” The rat he dismembered seemed quite pissed off that he took his hand from him, at least he made it painless but maybe appreciating that part of their encounter wouldn’t help him out much. While another would laugh, smiling as he aimed his rifle at the back of Ricters head. “Could use the practice.” Which made a few of them smile.
“No, we got something special in mind, get to walking Weasel. We’ll tell you when to stop.” The leader of the group would call out to the group, ensuring they listened as they all agreed, even the one handed rat who was trembling with rage would growl before nodding in defeat. From a distance the weasel could see some of them had itchy fingers, he knew if they really wanted too they wouldn’t mind trying to kill him, but he cooperated for now.
“Alright.” Ricter would say in response, all the while the head rat would try to calm down his boys. Smirking, “Smart man, and shut it all of you, give him some time to think about his life choices before we end it.” Drawing a frown from him as he said this he’d listen to their directions. Seems his little surprise was the same fate regardless, a shame he had to fight some more but if he had too he wouldn’t allow himself to be killed by gangsters.
He’d walk forward, down and along the path however he would be told to make a left, which lead in the opposite direction of where the hotel was and more toward where the park got deeper. He’d follow it but he knew by this point that something was happening right now, to his left and right he had two guys, walking with him, to his rear two more including the head rat.
Ahead of them was an underground lake, breaking past all the tree’s they were on a more secluded part of the docking ports and not even the sound of shipments being moved around mixed in with any other noise. The water was nice and a deep purple color, probably because of the night time lights but also that bio-luminescent flora was underneath the water.
As they got closer he would kick a rock with a bit more force than normal as once It fell into the water he saw that it would roll along the bottom before vanishing into the murky depths, it was deep. “Stop.” Stated the leader, perfectly confident in the situation as the rats around him moving away, Ricter knew what was going on at this point.
He wasn’t leaving, at least not in the way that they were going to let him leave, seems they wanted a more effective exit. Looking back another command would be given to the mustelid, “Alright turn around..” He’d do just that.
“Sorry but this is where we part ways, should have just walked the other way but I know you hero types love shoving your nose where it doesn't belong. Don’t worry though, when you find your other buddies who tried to mess with us in that dead realm place, or whatever, tell em that the Rat Pack killed you and who knows? Could make some new ghost friends.” Laughing the group smirked smugly, looking at the weasel who was calculating his next move.
Just as they were about to draw their guns Ricter would grab the handle of his sword and pull it from its leather sheath, his motions were quick yet practiced as he pulled a foot back and a foot forward. As his sword would be pulled out fully they were just getting their weapons into position, right then he would sweep his sword into his right hand and reverse his hold, the blade being pointed towards the water.
This was his Iron Mountain stance, something he learned back where he was from originally, it allowed him the best possible defense while seeing whom was around him as he shuffled his feet to get closer, all of which they were still scrambling to let off the first volley of shots.
That is when they all opened fire, a hail of bullets would be shot at his general direction, white and yellow lights from the flashes contrasted against the blue spores that dropped around them still. Of course they knew no secondary could survive this much gun fire but as they fired they would see and hear the deflection of hits and bullets by the weasel, his blade swinging around rapidly and quickly to knock away many of the bullets that would have hit him but were cut or pushed aside.
Bullet casings would fall around them as they fired repeatedly, shooting more and more till finally one after another a loud ‘Click’ sound would ring out, around them, each one of having depleted their guns completely.
“S-shit!” One would say as once the dust cleared Ricter was still standing, barely even a scratch on him, and he was already dashing towards one of the rats on his left hand side. As they were reaching around to grab an extra magazine from his pocket the weasel would swipe along his left arm, leaving a deep gash and making them hiss in pain before another was given, swiping along the rats chest as the size diffidence only made the cut that much deeper.
Knocking them down with the force of his swing the rat would fall to the ground, bleeding from his wounds, Ricter adjusted and moved towards the two who were popping out the magazine from their guns.
Falling to the ground the magazines bounced off the shore line, but he was already there, using his weapon he would place his paw on the face of the blade, directing it strait for his chest as he shoved and stabbed through another rodent. Splattering some blood as it entered them by an inch or so, but after another shove it would run them through, his sword exiting past the other side, kicking him off his blade once the length was half way inside of him.
However just as he did so one of the rats had managed to reload their weapon, pointing it towards them he would get off a shot that impacted his chest, but in the adrenaline filled fight he was having he barely felt it. Smashing his foot into the side of his next targets hand the weapon would shift and then be knocked from it. It would fall to the floor, rattling on the ground while the look of shock seemed to be plastered over his face once the shine of the sword would come sweeping across his face, not hitting his neck as it left a deep gash.
Slashing his nose and one of his eyes but the weasel followed up again and slashed his cheek to his ear, the gash being so large that it damaged part of his skull as the rat lazily stood in place after briefly screaming, falling to the ground soon after. The last one was in fact the one he cut the hand off of last time, his weapon took time given he had one hand but was fully loaded eventually, being pointed at the weasel as he was just about to move towards the rodent. Firing three shots quickly Ricter didn’t have time to deflect them, however as the rodent expected the bullets to actually impact they would hit then flick off his body which surprised him, similar to the other bullet that rattled around in his shirt.
The weasel was panting lightly, looking him square in the eyes as he growled, patting the spots that impacted his chest but not feeling much, maybe a bee sting of pain but nothing massive. “You fucking bastard!” The rat would repeat as he started shooting at him again, this time instead of deflecting everything he tested this, running forward as he got hit multiple times across different parts of his body, most barely puncturing while others giving minor bruises, he was beginning to run away now.
He had no time to be shuffling along to defend himself, as his stance needed a grounded foot work in order to be effective. So as he got closer to him Ricter would jump on his back while taking shots to is chest and arms, stabbing at his gun hand and causing him to topple and fall while pinning it to the ground. Straddling him while the rodent laid on his belly beginning to wail in pain as his other hand was now punctured, his gun was in arms reach but he couldn’t pull his hand out from the sword that was not keeping it down fully.
“Y-you bitch! Your..y-you’re a fucking Prime aren’t you?!..Augghah! I k..knew it, you think your immortal huh?! You think you can control us because were s-secondaries? Well fuck you! The Rat Pack was made just to- guuuagh! Get ride of assholes like you.” He’d laugh loudly, glancing up towards the weasel, smiling even while panting and coping with the pain, Ricter was silent, listening to him as he spoke would could be his last words.
“Y-you’ve heard of it haven’t you? The under-verse, where Primes and secondaries who get banished go when they get a bit too annoying for the realms. That’s where you’ll be going for sure, the family wont take kindly to this, not one bit, so sit there on your high horse while you can, once your down there they will torture you till the ends of days! You hear me?! Till th-”
Ricter cut him off, both in a literal form and sentence wise as yanking his sword from his hand he would drag it across the back of his neck. He knew exactly where to cut to make his death as painless as possible but at the same time his empty eyes only showed the reflection of the blue spores that dropped over head. Lifeless, as if the vitality had been yanked from him in a clean motion, a fate he hoped to never face but knew it was possible.
Getting up his sword would be wiped down using a cloth he manifested, sheathing it as he looked around, silence, as if people knowingly avoided this place. The rodent had ran into the tree line, barely getting a couple meters before being pinned down, bodies dotted the beach of the pier near by, in addition he knew gun fire would attract someone soon.
He didn’t want to kill them, but when getting threatened and shot at he felt the only other option was to silence them completely. How was he going to explain this to Elysia? ‘Oh sorry, I got in trouble with your towns mafia, I might need to leave before I cause any more trouble.’ Yeah that didn’t seem like it would go well, if anything he was just wishing that this whole thing never even happened in the first place but now he was here to stay. Which was funny because it had only been a day in a half and six gangsters were now dead.
Sighing, Ricter would take a moment to inspect himself, he was just shot multiple times after all, so in a way he was surprised he wasn't dead, or better yet in need of healing himself. He held parts of his body, opening up his now Swiss cheese decorated shirt, he took around 11 or so bullets but barely any penetrated his body. The weasel was never this durable before he got into this universe, not even back at home was he capable of living through being shot.
Sure they still hurt like hell and even now he was shaking bullets out of his shirt but after a small inspection he had bruises and maybe two or three small punctures as he groaned, flicking the pommel of his weapon with a finger, healed and back in business in a matter of seconds. But right now he had more things to worry about than the obvious holes in his attire.
Gathering each of the bodies he would place them beside one another near the lake, placing them face up, hands over their chest, almost as if paying respect as Ricter himself wasn’t a god fearing person. He knew gods existed but never believed he’d gain the ire of one of them, but in this instance he would simply push each one into the water gently, allowing the water to take their bodies, doing each one the same way.
But before he would do so to the rat with no hands he would go through his clothes and fish out his phone, seeing that he had a number of contacts on it, but an important one seemed to have the name of ‘Boss’. Looking over text messages he would realize that he was being talked about, labeling him as “The Weasel” and that he was given orders by Agustin to be taken out. The last text given from this ‘Boss’ stated, “Perfect, see you at the casino party tonight.”
Seems these parties happened everyday, and this guy he killed was a friend to the big boss man, oh well. Might as well roll with the information he got, but now he felt like he should talk to Elysia about everything, she knew a lot and part of him wondered if she was in the gang at one point. Yet he didn’t know where she worked, nor what she did or where she was right now, but maybe this rat did.
Scanning through the numbers he found nothing, scanning the photos he found mostly pictures of his friends, them hanging out. Even pictures of a dark underground area with lots of crates and three guys posing for a picture. Odd but not important, instead though he did see something else, a woman next to him, sitting on another mans lap wearing the exact dress as what Elysia had on.
“Its a uniform?” Befuddled by this he just thought she was a well kept woman who enjoyed a certain style of attire, however there was more than one picture on here in relation to this place. Looking them over his face little up in a soft fluster as he closed his eyes, scrolling through multiple photos of acts he wouldn’t dare speak of. With creatures and genders of a wide verity, this was probably something his family wouldn’t want to see so he would do the man a favor.
Chucking the phone into the water after getting the number of the big boss man Ricter had an idea of where to look now, he doubted he could walk around normally with out some disguise though something simple like a cloak would work. Pressing the rodents body into the water, the rat with no hand began to sink into the waves, probably to be found much later but luckily the evidence of his deeds would not be found. “Sorry, but you were kinda a dick..”
Allowing them to float down into the depths as it was far too dark to see, once this was done he took off his shirt and jeans, littered with holes and tossed them in as well, replacing them would take only a minute or so before he’d take a final look around the docking ports. “What did I get myself into?…” He’d murmur, sighing before he’d make his way out, the previous gun fire having drawn some concerned people near by, but mostly workers, however by the time they made it there the weasel was already gone.
Looking around she didn’t leave a note, or some kinda love letter type thing about ‘seeing him later’, no instead she left a text on his phone as he picked it up off the night stand. “Went to work sweetie, thanks for being my blanket last night, as I said before I’ll be off around noon. Text me if you find something you wanted to do besides the carnival.”
The mustelid wouldn’t text back, really he was more so wanting to eat something now that he noticed that it was only nine in the morning at the moment. Climbing out of bed he would make his way to the floor and look around, he did wonder what he could grab to eat, maybe something from that store he visited last night? Though they didn’t really have warm foods available, so he’d take his chances to maybe look for something on his personal exploration of the city.
Quickly he’d throw on some additional clothes, some pants and his long sleeve shirt under his normal shirt. He knew it could get warm down here but it could also get very cold given how last night turned out, it was frigid when the fire place ran out of heat, and it seemed the building didn’t have a proper ventilation system for pushing in heat. So once he finished his daily duties, brush teeth, bathroom, wash up again, he’d make his way out of the hotel to maybe give the town a nice comb over and see what was around.
It was still night outside, or ‘night’ given from his hotel window he could see the other side of town and the green tinted shading of light that encompassed the more so poor portions of town. The streets were busy, large insects scuttling along on multiple legs that carried everyone, re-imaging car’s and what not which was pretty interesting since they made for a good replacement. They can climb walls, don’t need much to eat besides dirt and grubs, and were cleaner too, a great alternative for something that could live down here happily.
Ricter had no clue where he wanted to head in town, all he knew was that he wanted to do at least something fun or interesting to maybe do with Elysia later on. Food was the main priority but every small store he passed and fancy restaurant made him want to turn away, snack bars weren't really snacks, more like bug meals. Plus restaurants were possible places to go too later on with Elysia later so he’d settle for vegetable based things, a baked potato, carrots, and even a real candy bar.
It was amazing how much you missed candy when all around you were brands such as ‘Bug-nuggets’ and ‘Rolly-Pollies’, one being something popular among insects of course, the other? That was a box of those bugs you payed with on the side walk as a kid that rolled into a ball to try and get away, and people ate these like popcorn.
But a chocolate ‘twix’ bar was the best he could find, and he found around thee of them so all three were now in his bag as he smiled and walked along. Chocolate for breakfast wasn’t new to him, especially when working in a hospital on important surgeries, when he couldn’t use his sword for everything he was still quite capable as a doctor. Still required to learn the ways of fixing the body with out magic.
The carnival sounded nice, a stray thought came to mind now that he had some kind of food in his fuzzy belly, and by what he could guess it was near the docks, having forgot to ask about it to Elysia. Walking around on the streets he would notice that many of the people were further away, how? In a manner of just not coming down the same street as he was on, some crossing over, as if fear was striking them. It made him wonder if the weasel was intimidating, a vast change from how he was treated when he got here as he wanted to get information from someone.
Still, his eyes would begin to train around him, examining whom was near by though Ricter did notice someone was following him. Making hard turns down streets, walking slowly then speeding up again before moving at an average pace, his new friend continued to keep up in lock step. Appearance wise by what he could make out they seemed like a typical rat resident that was about half his size, he couldn’t tell if he had a weapon or not nor could he tell if he was completely alone. Wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt he could guess where they were from, but wouldn't think too hard about it.
Especially as he made his way towards the docks, unphased by the rodents pursuit which seemed to end right as he began to go through the mushroom park that lead into that area. He had been following for well around half a mile or so, even aiming to be a little sneaky about it as they kept in eye shot but even Ricter wouldn't be able to tell where they went off too now as the foliage was too deep and lush.
Looking ahead spores began to fall around him once again now that he was deep into the mushroom park. Someone began walking up and a few people from the tree’s near by as well, normally Ricter would be defensive in tense situations where he was possibly outnumbered, like this was an elaborate trap and he just walked into it. But he recognized one as his pursuer, and some of his pals coming out of the foliage of fungus and mold.
Their faces had a dark blue hue to it, all thanks to the look of the park around them, which even Ricters body had the same hue to it, but this looked more menacing, more like they had some kind of alternative motive. “Hey, no need to get all antsy buddy, we just wana talk with ya.” One would speak up, all rodents besides one who had a noticeable disfigurement, one he recognized above all the others.
“About?”
“Well a friend of mine says you did something to him, and you see we don't tend to enjoy seeing our friends being hurt. Especially for-” They would be cut off, a rodent with a hand missing would growl and yell out. “That’s the fucking bastard! He cut off my hand!” He knew it would bite him in the ass somehow.
“I’m only here to visit a friend, I’m not interested in stepping on any toes.” A bit too late for that but it was a modest attempt at diplomacy.
“You know, I’d be inclined to believe you, but..” He’d pause before pulling out what seemed like a gun, a machine pistol but so did those around him, his friend all seemed to be packing some kind of weapon, mostly pistols while one had a rifle.
Taking a soft puff of his still burning cigar it was nearly out and he would flinch as he burnt his finger on the tip but he’d flick it away after blowing out a cloud of smoke. The blue spores danced off the weapons, they would point them towards the weasel as Ricter would raise his hands up, after all he didn’t want to get shot, but found it might happen anyways.
“Come on! Lets just ice em’ already, he’s asking for it!” The rat he dismembered seemed quite pissed off that he took his hand from him, at least he made it painless but maybe appreciating that part of their encounter wouldn’t help him out much. While another would laugh, smiling as he aimed his rifle at the back of Ricters head. “Could use the practice.” Which made a few of them smile.
“No, we got something special in mind, get to walking Weasel. We’ll tell you when to stop.” The leader of the group would call out to the group, ensuring they listened as they all agreed, even the one handed rat who was trembling with rage would growl before nodding in defeat. From a distance the weasel could see some of them had itchy fingers, he knew if they really wanted too they wouldn’t mind trying to kill him, but he cooperated for now.
“Alright.” Ricter would say in response, all the while the head rat would try to calm down his boys. Smirking, “Smart man, and shut it all of you, give him some time to think about his life choices before we end it.” Drawing a frown from him as he said this he’d listen to their directions. Seems his little surprise was the same fate regardless, a shame he had to fight some more but if he had too he wouldn’t allow himself to be killed by gangsters.
He’d walk forward, down and along the path however he would be told to make a left, which lead in the opposite direction of where the hotel was and more toward where the park got deeper. He’d follow it but he knew by this point that something was happening right now, to his left and right he had two guys, walking with him, to his rear two more including the head rat.
Ahead of them was an underground lake, breaking past all the tree’s they were on a more secluded part of the docking ports and not even the sound of shipments being moved around mixed in with any other noise. The water was nice and a deep purple color, probably because of the night time lights but also that bio-luminescent flora was underneath the water.
As they got closer he would kick a rock with a bit more force than normal as once It fell into the water he saw that it would roll along the bottom before vanishing into the murky depths, it was deep. “Stop.” Stated the leader, perfectly confident in the situation as the rats around him moving away, Ricter knew what was going on at this point.
He wasn’t leaving, at least not in the way that they were going to let him leave, seems they wanted a more effective exit. Looking back another command would be given to the mustelid, “Alright turn around..” He’d do just that.
“Sorry but this is where we part ways, should have just walked the other way but I know you hero types love shoving your nose where it doesn't belong. Don’t worry though, when you find your other buddies who tried to mess with us in that dead realm place, or whatever, tell em that the Rat Pack killed you and who knows? Could make some new ghost friends.” Laughing the group smirked smugly, looking at the weasel who was calculating his next move.
Just as they were about to draw their guns Ricter would grab the handle of his sword and pull it from its leather sheath, his motions were quick yet practiced as he pulled a foot back and a foot forward. As his sword would be pulled out fully they were just getting their weapons into position, right then he would sweep his sword into his right hand and reverse his hold, the blade being pointed towards the water.
This was his Iron Mountain stance, something he learned back where he was from originally, it allowed him the best possible defense while seeing whom was around him as he shuffled his feet to get closer, all of which they were still scrambling to let off the first volley of shots.
That is when they all opened fire, a hail of bullets would be shot at his general direction, white and yellow lights from the flashes contrasted against the blue spores that dropped around them still. Of course they knew no secondary could survive this much gun fire but as they fired they would see and hear the deflection of hits and bullets by the weasel, his blade swinging around rapidly and quickly to knock away many of the bullets that would have hit him but were cut or pushed aside.
Bullet casings would fall around them as they fired repeatedly, shooting more and more till finally one after another a loud ‘Click’ sound would ring out, around them, each one of having depleted their guns completely.
“S-shit!” One would say as once the dust cleared Ricter was still standing, barely even a scratch on him, and he was already dashing towards one of the rats on his left hand side. As they were reaching around to grab an extra magazine from his pocket the weasel would swipe along his left arm, leaving a deep gash and making them hiss in pain before another was given, swiping along the rats chest as the size diffidence only made the cut that much deeper.
Knocking them down with the force of his swing the rat would fall to the ground, bleeding from his wounds, Ricter adjusted and moved towards the two who were popping out the magazine from their guns.
Falling to the ground the magazines bounced off the shore line, but he was already there, using his weapon he would place his paw on the face of the blade, directing it strait for his chest as he shoved and stabbed through another rodent. Splattering some blood as it entered them by an inch or so, but after another shove it would run them through, his sword exiting past the other side, kicking him off his blade once the length was half way inside of him.
However just as he did so one of the rats had managed to reload their weapon, pointing it towards them he would get off a shot that impacted his chest, but in the adrenaline filled fight he was having he barely felt it. Smashing his foot into the side of his next targets hand the weapon would shift and then be knocked from it. It would fall to the floor, rattling on the ground while the look of shock seemed to be plastered over his face once the shine of the sword would come sweeping across his face, not hitting his neck as it left a deep gash.
Slashing his nose and one of his eyes but the weasel followed up again and slashed his cheek to his ear, the gash being so large that it damaged part of his skull as the rat lazily stood in place after briefly screaming, falling to the ground soon after. The last one was in fact the one he cut the hand off of last time, his weapon took time given he had one hand but was fully loaded eventually, being pointed at the weasel as he was just about to move towards the rodent. Firing three shots quickly Ricter didn’t have time to deflect them, however as the rodent expected the bullets to actually impact they would hit then flick off his body which surprised him, similar to the other bullet that rattled around in his shirt.
The weasel was panting lightly, looking him square in the eyes as he growled, patting the spots that impacted his chest but not feeling much, maybe a bee sting of pain but nothing massive. “You fucking bastard!” The rat would repeat as he started shooting at him again, this time instead of deflecting everything he tested this, running forward as he got hit multiple times across different parts of his body, most barely puncturing while others giving minor bruises, he was beginning to run away now.
He had no time to be shuffling along to defend himself, as his stance needed a grounded foot work in order to be effective. So as he got closer to him Ricter would jump on his back while taking shots to is chest and arms, stabbing at his gun hand and causing him to topple and fall while pinning it to the ground. Straddling him while the rodent laid on his belly beginning to wail in pain as his other hand was now punctured, his gun was in arms reach but he couldn’t pull his hand out from the sword that was not keeping it down fully.
“Y-you bitch! Your..y-you’re a fucking Prime aren’t you?!..Augghah! I k..knew it, you think your immortal huh?! You think you can control us because were s-secondaries? Well fuck you! The Rat Pack was made just to- guuuagh! Get ride of assholes like you.” He’d laugh loudly, glancing up towards the weasel, smiling even while panting and coping with the pain, Ricter was silent, listening to him as he spoke would could be his last words.
“Y-you’ve heard of it haven’t you? The under-verse, where Primes and secondaries who get banished go when they get a bit too annoying for the realms. That’s where you’ll be going for sure, the family wont take kindly to this, not one bit, so sit there on your high horse while you can, once your down there they will torture you till the ends of days! You hear me?! Till th-”
Ricter cut him off, both in a literal form and sentence wise as yanking his sword from his hand he would drag it across the back of his neck. He knew exactly where to cut to make his death as painless as possible but at the same time his empty eyes only showed the reflection of the blue spores that dropped over head. Lifeless, as if the vitality had been yanked from him in a clean motion, a fate he hoped to never face but knew it was possible.
Getting up his sword would be wiped down using a cloth he manifested, sheathing it as he looked around, silence, as if people knowingly avoided this place. The rodent had ran into the tree line, barely getting a couple meters before being pinned down, bodies dotted the beach of the pier near by, in addition he knew gun fire would attract someone soon.
He didn’t want to kill them, but when getting threatened and shot at he felt the only other option was to silence them completely. How was he going to explain this to Elysia? ‘Oh sorry, I got in trouble with your towns mafia, I might need to leave before I cause any more trouble.’ Yeah that didn’t seem like it would go well, if anything he was just wishing that this whole thing never even happened in the first place but now he was here to stay. Which was funny because it had only been a day in a half and six gangsters were now dead.
Sighing, Ricter would take a moment to inspect himself, he was just shot multiple times after all, so in a way he was surprised he wasn't dead, or better yet in need of healing himself. He held parts of his body, opening up his now Swiss cheese decorated shirt, he took around 11 or so bullets but barely any penetrated his body. The weasel was never this durable before he got into this universe, not even back at home was he capable of living through being shot.
Sure they still hurt like hell and even now he was shaking bullets out of his shirt but after a small inspection he had bruises and maybe two or three small punctures as he groaned, flicking the pommel of his weapon with a finger, healed and back in business in a matter of seconds. But right now he had more things to worry about than the obvious holes in his attire.
Gathering each of the bodies he would place them beside one another near the lake, placing them face up, hands over their chest, almost as if paying respect as Ricter himself wasn’t a god fearing person. He knew gods existed but never believed he’d gain the ire of one of them, but in this instance he would simply push each one into the water gently, allowing the water to take their bodies, doing each one the same way.
But before he would do so to the rat with no hands he would go through his clothes and fish out his phone, seeing that he had a number of contacts on it, but an important one seemed to have the name of ‘Boss’. Looking over text messages he would realize that he was being talked about, labeling him as “The Weasel” and that he was given orders by Agustin to be taken out. The last text given from this ‘Boss’ stated, “Perfect, see you at the casino party tonight.”
Seems these parties happened everyday, and this guy he killed was a friend to the big boss man, oh well. Might as well roll with the information he got, but now he felt like he should talk to Elysia about everything, she knew a lot and part of him wondered if she was in the gang at one point. Yet he didn’t know where she worked, nor what she did or where she was right now, but maybe this rat did.
Scanning through the numbers he found nothing, scanning the photos he found mostly pictures of his friends, them hanging out. Even pictures of a dark underground area with lots of crates and three guys posing for a picture. Odd but not important, instead though he did see something else, a woman next to him, sitting on another mans lap wearing the exact dress as what Elysia had on.
“Its a uniform?” Befuddled by this he just thought she was a well kept woman who enjoyed a certain style of attire, however there was more than one picture on here in relation to this place. Looking them over his face little up in a soft fluster as he closed his eyes, scrolling through multiple photos of acts he wouldn’t dare speak of. With creatures and genders of a wide verity, this was probably something his family wouldn’t want to see so he would do the man a favor.
Chucking the phone into the water after getting the number of the big boss man Ricter had an idea of where to look now, he doubted he could walk around normally with out some disguise though something simple like a cloak would work. Pressing the rodents body into the water, the rat with no hand began to sink into the waves, probably to be found much later but luckily the evidence of his deeds would not be found. “Sorry, but you were kinda a dick..”
Allowing them to float down into the depths as it was far too dark to see, once this was done he took off his shirt and jeans, littered with holes and tossed them in as well, replacing them would take only a minute or so before he’d take a final look around the docking ports. “What did I get myself into?…” He’d murmur, sighing before he’d make his way out, the previous gun fire having drawn some concerned people near by, but mostly workers, however by the time they made it there the weasel was already gone.