She ignored him.
Now how about calling dibs on bad decision. Reno’s first even would be the moment he decided he jes—-t need to plunge his sneaky limber limp into his ma’s frick’n egg. Still, regret ain’t really his thing, and Reno has learnt to cope. Successful methods so far? You just bloody damn make sure those who did execute such decision regarding your person either live or drop in a box regretting ‘bout it.
His words of wisdom for the day? First, never ignore a Turk. Second, never ignore a Turk as flamboyant as Reno. Sharp aqua belies look and gait, it is upon the silverette’s form those come fasten. Electric rod has yet to move in following to her tightening circle, but Reno knows he can as swiftly bring it to summon.
He’s not the prey, despite how it looks.
“Rules of the jungle, kids. However yer change it, it always findin’ ya.” Reno snorts, baring his teeth in a smile that only makes the twin tattoos beneath his aqua optics only seem more like big jagged gashes that’s never healed. “M’ dun have luxury in child’s play, and m’ ain’t adoptin’ any habits soon.”
“Yer wanna play? Let’s play.” Drawing his arm back, Reno firmly brings his message down.
Right . Across . That . Frick’n . Face
There’s force there, in that grin, those eyes that were just a little too bright to be sane. The nature of sheen along the blue cloaked irises conveying a foreboding whisper that would and should ward off any too curious humans. He was a man of danger, instability ingrained in such a manner that it no doubt saved his ass countless times, flight mixing with fight as that pulse rose. The fluttering bird like heart soon to be hammering in his own chest due to only one small thing, the fight was near. That potent edge of promise blooming in the concrete jungle around them was caustic along senses, and she reveled in it. Viridian eyes brighter than the sun fixated in the sky meeting that brilliant blue without any form of hesitation, and its just barely that her chin lifts. Just the most fragile amount that her head bend back, and she sees it.
The force is real, steel cold and hard hitting her with a great deal of it. The design of the EMR was solid for it not to simply break on contact against the steel bones hidden in her face, her whole form, and its a shock. A pleasant one at that, making pupils flare in response as the kinetic energy transferred into her features makes head snap aside. Her cheek should have been crushed, there should have been blood and spitting and agony flaring across her senses from the simple contact. She should have been beaten, a human woman would not have been able to withstand with such ease. She wasn’t human though, her dark pulse rising with gusto as hand simply drifted up. Those claws adorning almost normal fingers brushing along the first signs of bruising along her cheek, the only damage sans an unsettled jaw. Said jaw rolling, the dark quick and cuticle of her claws stark against the blemished alabaster. The bruise is nearly red, like fresh blood painted along a healed wound to bring it back to life, and her reaction is wrong. The fey giggles, sharp little rattles vibration up through her chest and out of offended mouth by the others’ harsh actions. Her heart is hammering, and its with ease that lifted hand strikes back.
Those tattoos are missed on purpose, the sole purpose that she likes them. Souba likes those dark ink deposits in his skin a whole hell of a lot more than she likes the Turk who has them, eyes narrowed delightfully once more as those poised claws slash. Would he move fast enough to merely get knicker? Could he move fast enough to avoid her from curling those digits underneath loose skin and simply ripping the flesh clean from his face? So she could coo and lick at his wounds with bovine like tongue and leave raw agony in his nerves. Oh yes, she wanted to. Wanted to peel his face right off so she could keep his tattoos, so she could stroke them with a reverence that he would never receive. That is something Souba wanted, and the giggle that morphed into a snarling pitch noted how she was moving forward once again. Acrid breath falling from lips barely swollen from his attack, the dry orifice behind a hell pit for whatever human or monster flesh may ever dare to pass within. The breath of words falling out of her mouth like a kiss, sneer angled along childish features that just did not meet expectation; just as she was designed.
“Hit me harder.”
The force is real. Caustic vibration drums against frail ribcages. Its life hums in both approval and anticipation. That anticipation became the reason why Reno moved.
Where weight fell back, one leather clad heel followed the others. Lent to lanky build was a good enough distance for his own safety from the fey’s rapacious claws. It was only good enough, mind, for while that flash of danger had not gone anywhere near Reno’s face (as he had suspected, was really what was intended), those damnable claws did manage to snatch up some of his precious mane; hence, drawing a string of heated curse from Reno’s pale (but obviously much kissable) lips.
A cut or two on his body, Reno can take. A trophy of war, he considers.
Anything to maim his face though…
That . Just . Won’t . Do .
Call it former occupational habit, one of which, while he would rarely think back upon, or address, continued to shape Reno’s behaviour through the latter years in his life.
Now, where were we?
Dropping back, or falling back: either way, the result was always the same — Reno’s face still remained intact even when his balance did momentarily became unhinge. Reno made a compromise for the latter however. Snatched away from its carried momentum, his arm would snap back in a counter motion made for her seemingly fragile wrist where twin vermillion brows would draw together in great concentration. The unnatural way in which her flesh and bone answered to Reno’s earlier strike was something to consider. When the tool of your trade is something you personally created, Reno knows precisely how much force the length of steel can handle.
Now, a slash of those threatening talons?
Decision executed so, form deigned not wait to give the fey even a second longer. Instead as the EMR sprang into a fierce arc across the void between them, Reno would direct his weight entirely onto his right heel. Twisted hips sought purchase where a blade of his other shoulder was angled and heaved forward. The movement had, too many times before, managed to stun and surprise his enemy, Reno’s near-muted partner included.
Physics Getting the angle, the force and the time right, and you could topple almost anything.
Let’s hope m’ right this time.
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Reno x Elena
ice blue beautiful eye
Than an injury
I am glad that ice blue is by the side
Because because it is in love
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Why do I love this scene
Because Reno proves how much of an engineer he is in three frames:
1) Address the problem: What is wrong? Why is it Wrong?
2) Identify possible solutions. What can be done? Can it be fixed with WD 40 or Duct Tape and still function? How cost effective is your solution
3) What are the consequences of your solution? What can be changed? Who all will be affected?
Though I’m sure his thought process goes more like:
1) Wait why is this part not attached to the other parts?
2)How the fuck did he make that shot?
3) Oh shit I can’t fly this thing anymore.Source spockemon
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