Questionable Entrance

[Albert Wesker]

This just wasn't going as planned. It had been a simple plan, one that couldn't possibly fall apart. Grab some muscle to help him out, the type of goons with way more brawn than brain, and then prepare his trap. The pitfall had been easy to make, with his powers and the aid of his new "friends". But he had bitten off more than he bargained for, it was starting to look like. These two...he hadn't counted on things going the way they were. For both of them to have some real backbone, to be made of stuff as stern as they were.

Though it was mostly concealed by the scarf around his throat and the band around his forehead, he had broken out in a cold sweat. Not only his courage and chances of pulling this off successfully both taken huge blows, but his pride had been severely attacked. Being called a common thug had bitten right to his core, and dealt him a severe blow. It had been all he could do to restrain himself from putting a bullet or several through the armored man where he stood. But he couldn't risk anything going wrong at this point. He still had on his cool facade of confidence and cool thought. Just like things were going as planned.

But that entire facade and his mask of cool collectedness shattered as the armored man simply leaped up out of the pit, sailing over his head and landing behind him and his compatriots. Without even turning his head, his expression went pale. Damn... Things are falling apart here...

Forcing the fear from his face and setting it into an expression of fake courage, outrage and steel. He spun on his heel, and in a flourish of both wrists, he had drawn both a knife and a pistol. He held the knife ready at his side, in a defensive ready position, and brought the gun to bear, lifting it, sighting down and taking aim at the spear-wielding knight. His finger squeezed on the trigger, slowly...

From behind him, he heard a distinct WHOOSH and a shadow passed over him. Th-The other one! Damn! His panic was really messing with him. And before he even had the chance to turn and see it coming, he heard it.

"Ice Block...Partizan!"

He heard a series of sharp impacts, spearing into the ground, leaving gleaming shafts of ice sticking out of the ground, mist rising from them in the warm air. Many of them had missed him entirely, but one had pierced his cloak, pinning him in place, and another had landed directly before him, straight in his path. His expression went even more pale. A....a warning shot...?

He heard the soft whud as the other man landed, probably on the opposite side of the pit. Out of range for any physical action, but that didn't seem to be an issue for him. Nervously, the purple-clad man swallowed, trying not to let just how disturbed he was. After all, this should have been an easy snatch and grab. Shock and awe, stealing some loot from poor suckers stuck in a pit. He hadn't bargained on two fierce and combat-ready characters being the ones to fall into his trap.

He was about ready to cut his losses and run away, tail between his legs. But he couldn't let his pride be completely ruined. Knowing full well it was likely a futile gesture, he swiped the knife behind him, toward Kuzan. "You two! Go get that ice-man! I'll handle this one!" And with a snarl, he re-leveled his gun and fired at the armored knight.