The warning signs had been there. Takegami had noticed the mutterings and the whisperings during his usual jaunt outside, but paid them no mind. Normal people did not scare him, a fact that was made apparent to them when a group armed with the usual bar-made weaponry stepping out into his path. He had found himself circled, the leader of the pack stepping in close and snarling threats.
He got right back into their faces. Takegami wasn't burly or large; he was compact despite his height and he knew how to use it. He also had his rings - the weapon given to him by the Initiative may not have looked like much.
But they had evolved. And Takegami had a very active imagination concerning how to use them.
The rings shifted, the wires sliding out and twisting around his fingers as active guards. Of course they would bite into his skin, not that it stopped him from throwing the first punch. fighting free of one group and then the next, he headed for the Hold.
In the open - 6/23
He got right back into their faces. Takegami wasn't burly or large; he was compact despite his height and he knew how to use it. He also had his rings - the weapon given to him by the Initiative may not have looked like much.
But they had evolved. And Takegami had a very active imagination concerning how to use them.
The rings shifted, the wires sliding out and twisting around his fingers as active guards. Of course they would bite into his skin, not that it stopped him from throwing the first punch. fighting free of one group and then the next, he headed for the Hold.