Ballad vs Renji: (A Tale of Two Killers - PvP)

[Kuzuru]

Kuzuru had just about the biggest grin that he could muster. The group stood semi-circle around Ballad’s fresh corpse, absorbing what had just transpired. Breaking the silence Kuzuru began to applaud the moldering corpse before him. He stepped over to Ballad’s body and with his foot turned the gunsmith onto his back. Using his arm blade as a pick he punctured Ballad’s ribcage and twisted. Upon seeing that he elicited no reaction he retracted his blades. Well, there was no chance of an execution video now; despite this the devil was giddy as a schoolgirl. After a swallowing a fit of laughter Kuzuru reached down and hoisted Ballad by the scruff of his neck, holding him up like some sort of limp and bloody trophy. “Take note boys and girls,” he said and pointed at Ballad’s face, “this is how a warrior dies, by his own hands while spitting in the face of his enemy, and although the dead have little place in this world this man is deserving of our respect and you all would do well to emulate him.”

The demon released Ballad, letting him smack against the stone floor. Kuzuru reached into his pocket and removed his dataverse device. He asked Claptrap to shine the light on Ballad’s face and the little robot was more than happy to help with the photoshoot. It was a morbid scene to be sure, but it was carried out with a smile. Kuzuru licked his lips. How many lives had he taken before Ballad? Countless. And yet Ballad had brought out a sublime exhilaration in him that was better than any high. After the final picture Kuzuru shivered and inhaled. The Omniverse was his playground, and Ballad had proved to be an excellent toy.

Turning on his heel and pocketing his phone the demon surveyed his colleagues. Upon spotting Koal he asked, “who the fuck are you?”

Dawn answered for him, “his name is Koal, he wants to join us.”

“Neat,” Kuzuru muttered and inspected the boy with a sweeping glance, “s’long as you can fight your welcome to join our band of murderers.”

It was at that point that Kuzuru noticed Gaige’s absence. Seeing as no one had come to Ballad’s aid he didn’t think she had lost, but if she had lost, well, the weak deserve to be buried and forgotten. Still he tapped out a message on his phone and sent it to her letting her know that the hunt was successful and they were heading back to headquarters. Despite her young age, the girl was the resourceful sort and would be fine without his handholding. “Alright, Blades, let’s pack it up,” Kuzuru said, “we got what we came for.”