Nikolai jumped forward as the four men sprung toward him, diving in a tackling motion to take out the first man and cause the next three to be too tangled up to make a move. He pointed at the now headless man, and perhaps unnecessarily, belted out with another insult of suitably epic proportions. "Váš otec byl orangutan a tvoje matka tráví své dny se proti zdi s horníky!" His remark stated, the massive russian began to beat the downed man underneath him with the butt of his pistol, grunting with exertion as he put all his weight behind each strike.
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"Дайте? Сдаваться?" The massive russian chuckled, gesturing at the cartoonishly huge figures that opposed him."Против этих сказочных людей? Девушка, вы не понимаете, как вы заботитесь о проблемах." He moved faster than anyone of his hulking stature had any right to, drawing and firing a shot into the large, bear-headed man's forehead in a single, smooth motion. Fire belched nearly six feet from the barrel, and Nikolai's voice growled out in tandem the deep boom reverberated around the enclosed room, both noises forced impossibly loud by the constantly bouncing vibrations. "Встаньте на колени нечисть!"
Yeah, sorry about the absence. I'm currently out of town for a convention, leaving my phone the only way to utilize the interblarg.
I was just waiting on @Heyitsjiwon before I posted anyway.
Nikolai's intensely burning gaze shifted over a few feet to look at the second girl as the first one vanished up the chimney. He looked a bit taken aback by the sound of his language being butchered. For about half a second. The massive man snorted, then pointed from the chimney to his broad shoulders with his free hand. The deep rumble of his voice was slow and measured, as if talking to a child. "Я не впишется, девочка." He gestured to the rest of the room, which had rapidly emptied, save for the ridiculous amount of corpses. "Даже дверь мал для меня." He paused, considering his options for a fraction of a second before he restored his pistol to its rightful place down the back of his threadbare underwear.
"Я просто хочу, чтобы подняться по лестнице. Вы выполните. Или нет. Я не волнует." The giant snagged one of the fallen men's helmets as he opened the door, taking his sweet time as he strolled toward the din of battle.
"Я просто хочу, чтобы подняться по лестнице. Вы выполните. Или нет. Я не волнует." The giant snagged one of the fallen men's helmets as he opened the door, taking his sweet time as he strolled toward the din of battle.
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Whenever you're ready. Sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting.
Nah, it's cool.
The first thing that Nikolai felt from his position was the fact that he wasn't wearing pants. Or a shirt. Or, more importantly, a blanket.
Confusion flickered for a moment as Nikolai tried to make sense of the previous night's events. He didn't think that he'd tried to kill himself with the drink, so his wicked headache wasn't explained. Nor was the thick and overpowering scent of blood, and the sound of foreign tongues alongside the din of metal on metal. Those definitely weren't commonplace as he woke up. The only thing that really made sense was the comforting weight of his trusty handgun, which he stuffed down the back of his pants every night before he went to sleep.
The Russian gave up trying to guess where he was, and sat upright. He didn't recognize any of the people or the corpses, and his pants were nowhere in sight. That left only one course of action. He stood, pulling out the pistol from the back of his underwear. His threadbare underwear left nearly nothing to the imagination, and displayed the absolutely massive coils of muscle that ran the entire length of the Russian's legs that bulged and stretched as he stalked up toward the chimney, gun in hand. Piercing blue eyes bored into the back of the woman who appeared to be quavering by the chimney. He spoke three words in a deep, rumbling voice that sounded like it belonged to some sort of great and vengeful beast: "Где мои пушки?"
Confusion flickered for a moment as Nikolai tried to make sense of the previous night's events. He didn't think that he'd tried to kill himself with the drink, so his wicked headache wasn't explained. Nor was the thick and overpowering scent of blood, and the sound of foreign tongues alongside the din of metal on metal. Those definitely weren't commonplace as he woke up. The only thing that really made sense was the comforting weight of his trusty handgun, which he stuffed down the back of his pants every night before he went to sleep.
The Russian gave up trying to guess where he was, and sat upright. He didn't recognize any of the people or the corpses, and his pants were nowhere in sight. That left only one course of action. He stood, pulling out the pistol from the back of his underwear. His threadbare underwear left nearly nothing to the imagination, and displayed the absolutely massive coils of muscle that ran the entire length of the Russian's legs that bulged and stretched as he stalked up toward the chimney, gun in hand. Piercing blue eyes bored into the back of the woman who appeared to be quavering by the chimney. He spoke three words in a deep, rumbling voice that sounded like it belonged to some sort of great and vengeful beast: "Где мои пушки?"
Right, when would be a good time to pop in with Nikolai's awakening?
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I'm the fastest around, obviously.
Thank you kindly for the compliment. In all honesty, I was told of this RP by a friend of mine, and I figured I might as well get the character I wanted to play ready beforehand.
I'm the fastest around, obviously.
Thank you kindly for the compliment. In all honesty, I was told of this RP by a friend of mine, and I figured I might as well get the character I wanted to play ready beforehand.
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