08-07-2018, 11:39 AM
“Fucking retards, don't know why we even use ants for every damn thing.” A roach would say.
“Whats wrong with ants? They work harder than any of the rats would ever want to do by themselves, cheep to catch. Plus its not like Demetri is paying for their wages.”
The red ant said as a rodent would sip his coffee, pouting to what they mentioned about his species, “But those things are so hard to control with dog whistles, why don't you go down there and fix what ever is going on if your species is so great at working hard.”
A small argument was forming and Ricter had little time for this kind of thing, part of him wondered if he should sneak past them but he felt it was probably best to just fight his way to the top this time. With part of his cover blown already, at least he felt that way since he passed by a camera or two but no alarms had sounded, maybe they still guessed that it was all just a mistake made by the rats down stairs.
Looking around from where he was there was still a distance to go through to get to the stair case that was down the hall from him, mostly to get to the third floor but also to get to Demetri who was more than likely up there. Slipping from the stair case he noticed that the voices were now sitting in one spot, all around a table, simply lounging around with on another and talking to one another still.
The table had a number of weapons, news papers, food, and cups, dotting sections of it while they were slightly turned away from him but enough to where he could sneak up on them but not move past them to get to the stair case. Not with out looking really dumb. On the count of three Ricter sprung out from behind the section of the stairs that was walled, coming around the corner and moving strait behind one of the guys who were sitting down.
Interlocking his arms around the rodents head he would lift them up as the other two sprung up out of their chairs, grabbing guns and pointing it at Ricter and his hostage. Choking them but Ricter didn’t seem to fear their guns, in fact after taking so many shots before, even in vital area’s, he knew he could take a few as the trio not currently in a hed lock would keep their guns trained on him.
“Who the hell are you?!” One would say but Ricter said nothing.
“Shit, just let him go, your out gunnned man.” The ant would comment as Ricter would soon feel the rodent go limp, perfect. Soon tossing his body down the bugs would begin to unload into Ricter. Which he didn’t make it a point to evade much, in fact he took a few hits in parts of his body that he didn’t think of protecting. But jumping over the table he would bring his fist to the ants face. Slamming into them multiple times before nearly breaking its hard outer exoskeleton.
Standing up he would make a low kick towards the roach next to him, causing them to stagger and fall as his leg nearly snapped form the force but Ricter followed this by dropping his own body weight into his elbow and slamming it down on his face. Causing a loud ‘snapping’ noise form the impact before getting up again. Ricter had taken about a clip in a half of bullets and seemed to be still moving, little did they know he was just taking it all at face value.
No tricks that needed to be used, nothing magic related or by skill, it was just his body was like a sponge for what ever they could throw at him as the beetle was the only one that was left. He was backing away, calling out on his radio as Ricter walked forward, “W-we got someone in the building! He’s a-” Just before he could finish his sentence the weasel rammed is forearm into the beetles face as they threw a punch his way too, barley budging if at all before grabbing the gun that was still on the table and shooting three times into the bugs chest. Causing them to crumble as they screamed but began writhing on the ground.
Over the radio the sound of movement could be heard, and even inside of the building he could hear people beginning to come up the steps now. He had ot be quick about this and reaching on the table again he would grab few grenades and begn rushing for the next floor. The stairs were near by and once he would get to them Ricter began unpinning multiple grenades and just tossing them on the steps, his plan was to simply blow them to pieces, making it hard for them to get up here.
Of couse after sprinting up tghem as a large explosion would ring inside of the building, causing even the wall connecting the steps to be blow into and causing splinters and wood as well as brick to collapse and leave the previous stair way completely missing now. He was at the third floor and now he could see a hall leading down towards a double door entrance, probably exactly what he was after, but no guards at all. Making him feel skeptical, if not just fully cautious about the whole thing.
Step after silent step would keep him going forward, towards the office slowly before he would come up too the doors, not bothering to sneak past a camera that could see him fully before he opened the doors briefly. They swung inside dramatically and although he expected to see some squad or two trying to gun him down, he saw nothing, instead he saw what seemed like a rodent sitting at a desk, looking up towards the masked weasel before grinning.
He recognized his face, it was Demetri and even if he was covered in a mask Demetri recognized him, easily from just the height and how he carried himself. Having watched him this entire time via the camera’s but did nothing to stop him from coming here, why?
“So the knight finally made it here huh? Took you long enough, I was afraid you wouldn’t show up. Come to kill me?” He asked, his tone more snarky thank his brothers, however he was more cunning it seemed, smarter about how to run his business and ensure that he kept tabs on everyone, hew as more careful than Agustin but not enough that he wouldn't be having this meeting with him right now.
“No, I’m here to turn you in, your operation is over Demetri, come quietly.”
“Ha! That's rich, so your the justice before vengeance type of person then?”
“No, I was told to throw in a few unmentionable things after I took you in, most not very pleasant.”
“Ouch, is it Elysia? That woman never did like me, hell, never took a liking to anyone, besides maybe you.” So he did know, but how much did he know? If he knew about the plan, and even about what happened to his brother then for sure he could guess what was coming next. But it seemed like this all was planned in his book, which made him a bit antsy, scared that he would try to harm her in some kind of way as he got up form his chair, coming around to the other side before sitting on his desk and looking at Ricter.
“What? Surprised I knew? I’m not like my stupid little brother, I keep tabs on everything, he just keeps tabs on what he owns. Anyways I’m not here to gloat about what I know, I’m here to thank you actually,.”
“For what?” The stoat retorted.
“For getting rid of my brother, sure he was a good trading partner but he was such a loud moth, now that he’s gone I can start owning all the drug rings in town. But honestly I think I have a deal for you, how about you work for me? Your a prime I take it, with your ability to make virtually anything I wont need sellers any more, hell I wont need to even hire new people. I could literally take this city in a day if I had the power a prime dose.”
“I think you know my answer to that..” The weasels eyes narrowed, a soft growl was muffled from the mask but it was slightly rocking his frame he would even suggest using him to cause more abuse in such an already torn location.
“Well that's easy, I got ways of making you agree.” Just as he thought he would try something he noticed something being pulled out, causing Ricter to tense and even reach for his sword. But he would be cut off by Demetri who had his pistol trained on him.
“Hold it, I’d rather you not make this harder on yourself. Or Elysia for that matter, she could very well die if you manage to do the wrong move.”
A voice would call out over the ear piece, panicked and growling it seemed fearful but there was no mistaking it was Elysia. “Ricter! They got me, don't give him what he wants!“ She was cut off again as it seemed she was struggling but a loud smack sound, as if someone had impacted a persons body with a fist shut her up quickly.
In the rats hand he had a gun, high caliber but nothing too strong, just a pistol. Still he would grin as Ricter growled, leverage was gone now and easily enough they were in a massive pickle. Even the sound of more men beginning to climb up the steps behind him was getting louder. “Now what was that answer again? Because I have no problem killing you and that woman you seem to like so much, I don't get why you picked a whore to cling too. Was it because she gave was good in bed?”
He smirked, mocking, “Or maybe she could really get dirty if you paid her enough, oh don't worry I know, after I slapped that debt on her old man and had to kill them off she tried to hide it but she gave a soft little cry when I deflowered her. It was so marvelous, the virgins are always the best. But even after I had some more fun, hell even four times a week, money was no object for me to spend.”
Grinning ear to ear as Ricters eyes started to become aflame with rage as the mask came off now, “The best part was breaking the bitch down, showing her was boss, making them my pet then forcing them to beg for it. That’s what you gotta do in my line of work, put your foot down on them and they will obey, they just need some time to realize their place in the food chain!”
Just then as he was talking four rodents came in, all aiming rifles at Ricter, the robes hoodie would fall down now. “So why not? If you want you can fuck her every day, I’ll even throw in that other little runt, whats her name? Emily! Yeah, though I think I’ll have a turn first, after that your fine to have a go. So I’m guessing that's a yes then?” At this point the weasel was furious, however his face only showed it in his eyes as he took a deep breath.
He needed to calm down, other wise he would make a mistake and end up getting Elysia killed, or worse, ensuring that Demetri won completely, however both of them knew the ricks of what was this mission. To end all this oppression, this crime, and hate, to free people from being pawns in a big board game. But he didn’t know what to do, and even now as he pulled his hand away from his sword he would unstrap it from his back and then drop it on the floor in front of himself, surrendering, all to the rodents delight.
Lowering his gun with a smirk on his face, Demetri would just begin laughing as Ricter spoke up. “Whats so funny.”
“Whats so funny? You! Your fucking hilarious, it was so easy manipulating you two that I’m almost shocked it worked out. Oh well, welcome to the club partner, we’ll make so much of a killing together that all you will think about is how much tail and money you can make.”
Getting up he would only stand a few feet away from Ricter, but he still had a gun at the ready, and his boys ready to fire too, “Now keep your hands up, partners never truly trust each other when it comes to this kind of business, but so long as you do what we tell ya your girl wont be killed. Understood? If you need a bit of encouragement we can always drug you up with my brothers stuff, pretty potent stuff as you might know.
Ricter wouldn’t respond right away, but asked, “Arms up?”
“Yeah dumb ass, I didn’t say arms down.”
“Alright.” His tone seemed causal as he lifted his hands up from his side, however as he placed his paws in the air a ring seemed to shine off his finger. It was no ring anyone would normally notice but the glint form it was unmistakable. He pulled the pin of the grenade while it was still connected to his belt, only a mad man would have done such a tactic but for him he thought he might as well test the limits.
In less than three seconds an explosion would rock the office floor, outward force would hit him like a truck while all those near and around him would be blown back as well. But while it felt like he got rammed into by a car going around 15 or so mph, the rats around him weren't so lucky. The force knocked him on his ass for sure but everywhere else around him seemed to shatter as glass and books fell down, and even some of the floor splinted from the explosion.
Groaning as he rolled around on the floor he felt like shit right now, even patting where he had the grenade at felt sore and part of his fur was matted in singe marks and a damp feeling of blood. Not a lot but enough to warrant that this was a stupid choice, that is till he saw everything else as he grabbed his sword and began to pick himself up, using it light a crutch.
The office was demolished, or at least as much as it could be as plaster fell from the ceiling and papers were scattered everywhere around him. On the ground he noticed two bodies, one managed and even having his arm blown off while another was missing parts of his face and even caused the doctor to flinch and look away. In the door way one of the rats got blasted back into the hall, the force seemed to have fractured most of his bones, he was barely alive by the time he noticed him, and was long gone for most medical professionals.
Additionally another had hit the desk, his body twisted by the concussion and seemed to be breathing still, probably in shock as he didn’t scream, only breathing rapidly and deeply. He was heavily injured, and probably needed just as much medical attention as a critical level patient, but this wasn’t his job to care about them as he looked over to Demetri now.
The rodents small stature and frame seemed to had sent him flying into his own desk, on seeing him he had a large section of wood spearing his shoulder. In addition he was currently bleeding from said wound and also from the broken leg he had as well, choking but also still alive to some degree. Managing to still have held onto his gun as he looked at Ricter, cursing under his breath.
“You bitch! I’ll kill her! I’ll kill everyone you fucking know and love! I’ll make sure you get banished to the underverse and let your ass be cooked alive by demons as they have you for a god damn after noon brunch you piece of shit!” He would say, his tone obviously stuttering, full of both wood and of course his lungs were starting to fill with blood now. Ricter ignored him, lifting up his hand as his own heart was racing, he was willing to kill himself for the sake of ending Demetri, but even as he moved towards the rat he raised his gun and aimed it at the weasels head. A flash would leave his pistol.
Ricters head flew back as his eyes dilated, he was shot, but the bullet landed square in his forehead, causing him to stumble back with his head pushed back, staring at the ceiling. This was a shot that would normally kill someone, but he wasn’t normal, instead he would just stagger in place, posturing himself, then standing normal as the bullet had completely smashed itself against his head. However instead of penetrating and splattering his brain across the room, it was dented as if it hit something harder than what it could puncture.
Once he stood strait the bullet would fall down, leaving only a light bruise under his fur but nothing that he really could feel, he might have a light migraine in the morning but the look in his eyes just showed that he feared nothing. “How...how!?” Demetri questioned, awe struck he survived much less was seemingly took no damage what so ever form the shot at least from a glance.
Soon gun fire would be ablaze, but only from Demetri, he was cornered and the other four rats were more or less dead, even the one awaiting orders from his boss while holding Elysia wondered what was going on. Unloading his clip into the weasel he fired 12 shots, all of which impacting him head on, none in the same spot as he walked forward. All leaving superficial wounds, some minor bleeding, but nothing that would stop him out right as he scooted back along his desk.
“What are you made of!” He yelled, which Ricter gave just a simple answer.
“Nothing that you can hope to ever have.”
Taking up his sword he would soon shove it strait into Demetri’s chest, puncturing his lungs, spine, and ribs. Normally this would cause him to die, as anything stabbing through all that mass would lead to such a result, but Ricter was healing the rat. Even pulling out the large chunk of wood in his body even after he shot him a dozen or so times. But he wasn’t fully forgiving and just as he would pull his sowrd out of him and the rat was about to get up, confused as to why hew as still alive, Ricter smirked.
“You healed me? What the hell...Why?”
“I have something else in mind.” A glint would appear in his eyes as Demetri staggered back, stumbling onto his desk and turning, trying to reach across his desk to the other side, possibly reaching for something but he would be stopped. The weasel grabbing his tail firmly and keeping him pinned and bent over the table.
“What are you going to do to me?! Let me go you shit head!”
“Normally I’d be gentle or at least a give a pain killer, but for you? Nah.” Arching his sword he pointed it directly at him from behind, due to its posture it was aimed towards the rats rear.
“Whats wrong with ants? They work harder than any of the rats would ever want to do by themselves, cheep to catch. Plus its not like Demetri is paying for their wages.”
The red ant said as a rodent would sip his coffee, pouting to what they mentioned about his species, “But those things are so hard to control with dog whistles, why don't you go down there and fix what ever is going on if your species is so great at working hard.”
A small argument was forming and Ricter had little time for this kind of thing, part of him wondered if he should sneak past them but he felt it was probably best to just fight his way to the top this time. With part of his cover blown already, at least he felt that way since he passed by a camera or two but no alarms had sounded, maybe they still guessed that it was all just a mistake made by the rats down stairs.
Looking around from where he was there was still a distance to go through to get to the stair case that was down the hall from him, mostly to get to the third floor but also to get to Demetri who was more than likely up there. Slipping from the stair case he noticed that the voices were now sitting in one spot, all around a table, simply lounging around with on another and talking to one another still.
The table had a number of weapons, news papers, food, and cups, dotting sections of it while they were slightly turned away from him but enough to where he could sneak up on them but not move past them to get to the stair case. Not with out looking really dumb. On the count of three Ricter sprung out from behind the section of the stairs that was walled, coming around the corner and moving strait behind one of the guys who were sitting down.
Interlocking his arms around the rodents head he would lift them up as the other two sprung up out of their chairs, grabbing guns and pointing it at Ricter and his hostage. Choking them but Ricter didn’t seem to fear their guns, in fact after taking so many shots before, even in vital area’s, he knew he could take a few as the trio not currently in a hed lock would keep their guns trained on him.
“Who the hell are you?!” One would say but Ricter said nothing.
“Shit, just let him go, your out gunnned man.” The ant would comment as Ricter would soon feel the rodent go limp, perfect. Soon tossing his body down the bugs would begin to unload into Ricter. Which he didn’t make it a point to evade much, in fact he took a few hits in parts of his body that he didn’t think of protecting. But jumping over the table he would bring his fist to the ants face. Slamming into them multiple times before nearly breaking its hard outer exoskeleton.
Standing up he would make a low kick towards the roach next to him, causing them to stagger and fall as his leg nearly snapped form the force but Ricter followed this by dropping his own body weight into his elbow and slamming it down on his face. Causing a loud ‘snapping’ noise form the impact before getting up again. Ricter had taken about a clip in a half of bullets and seemed to be still moving, little did they know he was just taking it all at face value.
No tricks that needed to be used, nothing magic related or by skill, it was just his body was like a sponge for what ever they could throw at him as the beetle was the only one that was left. He was backing away, calling out on his radio as Ricter walked forward, “W-we got someone in the building! He’s a-” Just before he could finish his sentence the weasel rammed is forearm into the beetles face as they threw a punch his way too, barley budging if at all before grabbing the gun that was still on the table and shooting three times into the bugs chest. Causing them to crumble as they screamed but began writhing on the ground.
Over the radio the sound of movement could be heard, and even inside of the building he could hear people beginning to come up the steps now. He had ot be quick about this and reaching on the table again he would grab few grenades and begn rushing for the next floor. The stairs were near by and once he would get to them Ricter began unpinning multiple grenades and just tossing them on the steps, his plan was to simply blow them to pieces, making it hard for them to get up here.
Of couse after sprinting up tghem as a large explosion would ring inside of the building, causing even the wall connecting the steps to be blow into and causing splinters and wood as well as brick to collapse and leave the previous stair way completely missing now. He was at the third floor and now he could see a hall leading down towards a double door entrance, probably exactly what he was after, but no guards at all. Making him feel skeptical, if not just fully cautious about the whole thing.
Step after silent step would keep him going forward, towards the office slowly before he would come up too the doors, not bothering to sneak past a camera that could see him fully before he opened the doors briefly. They swung inside dramatically and although he expected to see some squad or two trying to gun him down, he saw nothing, instead he saw what seemed like a rodent sitting at a desk, looking up towards the masked weasel before grinning.
He recognized his face, it was Demetri and even if he was covered in a mask Demetri recognized him, easily from just the height and how he carried himself. Having watched him this entire time via the camera’s but did nothing to stop him from coming here, why?
“So the knight finally made it here huh? Took you long enough, I was afraid you wouldn’t show up. Come to kill me?” He asked, his tone more snarky thank his brothers, however he was more cunning it seemed, smarter about how to run his business and ensure that he kept tabs on everyone, hew as more careful than Agustin but not enough that he wouldn't be having this meeting with him right now.
“No, I’m here to turn you in, your operation is over Demetri, come quietly.”
“Ha! That's rich, so your the justice before vengeance type of person then?”
“No, I was told to throw in a few unmentionable things after I took you in, most not very pleasant.”
“Ouch, is it Elysia? That woman never did like me, hell, never took a liking to anyone, besides maybe you.” So he did know, but how much did he know? If he knew about the plan, and even about what happened to his brother then for sure he could guess what was coming next. But it seemed like this all was planned in his book, which made him a bit antsy, scared that he would try to harm her in some kind of way as he got up form his chair, coming around to the other side before sitting on his desk and looking at Ricter.
“What? Surprised I knew? I’m not like my stupid little brother, I keep tabs on everything, he just keeps tabs on what he owns. Anyways I’m not here to gloat about what I know, I’m here to thank you actually,.”
“For what?” The stoat retorted.
“For getting rid of my brother, sure he was a good trading partner but he was such a loud moth, now that he’s gone I can start owning all the drug rings in town. But honestly I think I have a deal for you, how about you work for me? Your a prime I take it, with your ability to make virtually anything I wont need sellers any more, hell I wont need to even hire new people. I could literally take this city in a day if I had the power a prime dose.”
“I think you know my answer to that..” The weasels eyes narrowed, a soft growl was muffled from the mask but it was slightly rocking his frame he would even suggest using him to cause more abuse in such an already torn location.
“Well that's easy, I got ways of making you agree.” Just as he thought he would try something he noticed something being pulled out, causing Ricter to tense and even reach for his sword. But he would be cut off by Demetri who had his pistol trained on him.
“Hold it, I’d rather you not make this harder on yourself. Or Elysia for that matter, she could very well die if you manage to do the wrong move.”
A voice would call out over the ear piece, panicked and growling it seemed fearful but there was no mistaking it was Elysia. “Ricter! They got me, don't give him what he wants!“ She was cut off again as it seemed she was struggling but a loud smack sound, as if someone had impacted a persons body with a fist shut her up quickly.
In the rats hand he had a gun, high caliber but nothing too strong, just a pistol. Still he would grin as Ricter growled, leverage was gone now and easily enough they were in a massive pickle. Even the sound of more men beginning to climb up the steps behind him was getting louder. “Now what was that answer again? Because I have no problem killing you and that woman you seem to like so much, I don't get why you picked a whore to cling too. Was it because she gave was good in bed?”
He smirked, mocking, “Or maybe she could really get dirty if you paid her enough, oh don't worry I know, after I slapped that debt on her old man and had to kill them off she tried to hide it but she gave a soft little cry when I deflowered her. It was so marvelous, the virgins are always the best. But even after I had some more fun, hell even four times a week, money was no object for me to spend.”
Grinning ear to ear as Ricters eyes started to become aflame with rage as the mask came off now, “The best part was breaking the bitch down, showing her was boss, making them my pet then forcing them to beg for it. That’s what you gotta do in my line of work, put your foot down on them and they will obey, they just need some time to realize their place in the food chain!”
Just then as he was talking four rodents came in, all aiming rifles at Ricter, the robes hoodie would fall down now. “So why not? If you want you can fuck her every day, I’ll even throw in that other little runt, whats her name? Emily! Yeah, though I think I’ll have a turn first, after that your fine to have a go. So I’m guessing that's a yes then?” At this point the weasel was furious, however his face only showed it in his eyes as he took a deep breath.
He needed to calm down, other wise he would make a mistake and end up getting Elysia killed, or worse, ensuring that Demetri won completely, however both of them knew the ricks of what was this mission. To end all this oppression, this crime, and hate, to free people from being pawns in a big board game. But he didn’t know what to do, and even now as he pulled his hand away from his sword he would unstrap it from his back and then drop it on the floor in front of himself, surrendering, all to the rodents delight.
Lowering his gun with a smirk on his face, Demetri would just begin laughing as Ricter spoke up. “Whats so funny.”
“Whats so funny? You! Your fucking hilarious, it was so easy manipulating you two that I’m almost shocked it worked out. Oh well, welcome to the club partner, we’ll make so much of a killing together that all you will think about is how much tail and money you can make.”
Getting up he would only stand a few feet away from Ricter, but he still had a gun at the ready, and his boys ready to fire too, “Now keep your hands up, partners never truly trust each other when it comes to this kind of business, but so long as you do what we tell ya your girl wont be killed. Understood? If you need a bit of encouragement we can always drug you up with my brothers stuff, pretty potent stuff as you might know.
Ricter wouldn’t respond right away, but asked, “Arms up?”
“Yeah dumb ass, I didn’t say arms down.”
“Alright.” His tone seemed causal as he lifted his hands up from his side, however as he placed his paws in the air a ring seemed to shine off his finger. It was no ring anyone would normally notice but the glint form it was unmistakable. He pulled the pin of the grenade while it was still connected to his belt, only a mad man would have done such a tactic but for him he thought he might as well test the limits.
In less than three seconds an explosion would rock the office floor, outward force would hit him like a truck while all those near and around him would be blown back as well. But while it felt like he got rammed into by a car going around 15 or so mph, the rats around him weren't so lucky. The force knocked him on his ass for sure but everywhere else around him seemed to shatter as glass and books fell down, and even some of the floor splinted from the explosion.
Groaning as he rolled around on the floor he felt like shit right now, even patting where he had the grenade at felt sore and part of his fur was matted in singe marks and a damp feeling of blood. Not a lot but enough to warrant that this was a stupid choice, that is till he saw everything else as he grabbed his sword and began to pick himself up, using it light a crutch.
The office was demolished, or at least as much as it could be as plaster fell from the ceiling and papers were scattered everywhere around him. On the ground he noticed two bodies, one managed and even having his arm blown off while another was missing parts of his face and even caused the doctor to flinch and look away. In the door way one of the rats got blasted back into the hall, the force seemed to have fractured most of his bones, he was barely alive by the time he noticed him, and was long gone for most medical professionals.
Additionally another had hit the desk, his body twisted by the concussion and seemed to be breathing still, probably in shock as he didn’t scream, only breathing rapidly and deeply. He was heavily injured, and probably needed just as much medical attention as a critical level patient, but this wasn’t his job to care about them as he looked over to Demetri now.
The rodents small stature and frame seemed to had sent him flying into his own desk, on seeing him he had a large section of wood spearing his shoulder. In addition he was currently bleeding from said wound and also from the broken leg he had as well, choking but also still alive to some degree. Managing to still have held onto his gun as he looked at Ricter, cursing under his breath.
“You bitch! I’ll kill her! I’ll kill everyone you fucking know and love! I’ll make sure you get banished to the underverse and let your ass be cooked alive by demons as they have you for a god damn after noon brunch you piece of shit!” He would say, his tone obviously stuttering, full of both wood and of course his lungs were starting to fill with blood now. Ricter ignored him, lifting up his hand as his own heart was racing, he was willing to kill himself for the sake of ending Demetri, but even as he moved towards the rat he raised his gun and aimed it at the weasels head. A flash would leave his pistol.
Ricters head flew back as his eyes dilated, he was shot, but the bullet landed square in his forehead, causing him to stumble back with his head pushed back, staring at the ceiling. This was a shot that would normally kill someone, but he wasn’t normal, instead he would just stagger in place, posturing himself, then standing normal as the bullet had completely smashed itself against his head. However instead of penetrating and splattering his brain across the room, it was dented as if it hit something harder than what it could puncture.
Once he stood strait the bullet would fall down, leaving only a light bruise under his fur but nothing that he really could feel, he might have a light migraine in the morning but the look in his eyes just showed that he feared nothing. “How...how!?” Demetri questioned, awe struck he survived much less was seemingly took no damage what so ever form the shot at least from a glance.
Soon gun fire would be ablaze, but only from Demetri, he was cornered and the other four rats were more or less dead, even the one awaiting orders from his boss while holding Elysia wondered what was going on. Unloading his clip into the weasel he fired 12 shots, all of which impacting him head on, none in the same spot as he walked forward. All leaving superficial wounds, some minor bleeding, but nothing that would stop him out right as he scooted back along his desk.
“What are you made of!” He yelled, which Ricter gave just a simple answer.
“Nothing that you can hope to ever have.”
Taking up his sword he would soon shove it strait into Demetri’s chest, puncturing his lungs, spine, and ribs. Normally this would cause him to die, as anything stabbing through all that mass would lead to such a result, but Ricter was healing the rat. Even pulling out the large chunk of wood in his body even after he shot him a dozen or so times. But he wasn’t fully forgiving and just as he would pull his sowrd out of him and the rat was about to get up, confused as to why hew as still alive, Ricter smirked.
“You healed me? What the hell...Why?”
“I have something else in mind.” A glint would appear in his eyes as Demetri staggered back, stumbling onto his desk and turning, trying to reach across his desk to the other side, possibly reaching for something but he would be stopped. The weasel grabbing his tail firmly and keeping him pinned and bent over the table.
“What are you going to do to me?! Let me go you shit head!”
“Normally I’d be gentle or at least a give a pain killer, but for you? Nah.” Arching his sword he pointed it directly at him from behind, due to its posture it was aimed towards the rats rear.