11-15-2015, 12:25 AM
No sooner had the door finally drifted to a close behind the enthusiastic ninja than were they promptly kicked open again. Staggering past the former Karl Jak lookalike, the man many knew as Tony "Dante" Redgrave dragged himself into the bar, red coat draped over his shoulder and blood running down his toned abdominals.
It soon became apparent why, exactly, he was staggering, as the stylish mercenary carried the burden of three scythes lodged in different parts of his body; there was even still a lesser reaper clinging to one of them, moaning with deathly intent!
"...'sup," Tony hailed to everyone, those knowing him being completely unfazed by the demonic remnants clinging to the man. The devil hunter ever-so-casually dragged himself and his unwilling demon accomplice to the bar, where he called out, "Jack Daniels! Just gimme the whole bottle, don't bother with a glass or anything."
It soon became apparent why, exactly, he was staggering, as the stylish mercenary carried the burden of three scythes lodged in different parts of his body; there was even still a lesser reaper clinging to one of them, moaning with deathly intent!
"...'sup," Tony hailed to everyone, those knowing him being completely unfazed by the demonic remnants clinging to the man. The devil hunter ever-so-casually dragged himself and his unwilling demon accomplice to the bar, where he called out, "Jack Daniels! Just gimme the whole bottle, don't bother with a glass or anything."