[ welp, good job, you just flipped the psycho switch.
most of the guards in hapsburg know Andyr well enough that they realize calling him 'mouse' at any point is practically the trigger word for inciting a bloodbath. even in times he'd agreed to trade compliance for some other favor, just a half second of a guard grumbling the word, in reference to him, had turned a simple walk down a hall into five dead bodies, and two troops of reinforcements coming with tasers and tranquilizers.
good job, Clix, he wants to rip your spine out now. if it's the hapsburg external one, even better.
there's no more discussion of it, just Andyr jerking his wrists to have the dangling chains hanging from cuffs to wrap around his fists like boxing wraps, or brass knuckles. They were much better at restraining before they'd been hacked apart at the center, but then again, Andyr'd always found that putting chains on him was like the guards willingly arming him. the gun was something he'd picked up from a dead guard half a second before being pulled in, thus, he had no idea how much was still in it. he doesn't typically rely on them, because he doesn't typically have them, so it's no difference to him. that, and he really likes punching people. like, a lot.
when he charges for her, it's much faster than any clone would be - it's a part of keeping the Templates around, given the iterations don't ever reach the full potential of the original, and it's a quality test. Andyr couldn't begin to count the number of clones with his face he's wasted. the constant strive is to reach the natural potency of KN augmentation. Mikal has pieces of him, and Andyr still doesn't know where he picked up that insane mind for strategy, but he's glad for it none the less. But Mikal knew setting Andyr loose in Hapsburg was his single best route to escape. had andyr had anything left of himself he thought he could go rebuild on, he might've left with him. but no. he's only this now. rage, and hate, and visceral violence, and revenge.
when he gets to her, he's all snarling teeth (that are a little bit sharper than they probably should be) and sound that seem more animal than human, but the form in his combat is well trained, even with the heavy edge of brutality. The chains that had connected to ankle cuffs as well dangle free, about a foot or so on each side, and when a leg strikes out to attempt a sweep, it's with that extra range, as well as the quickly followed up second shot to the head. Clix will want to make sure to be out of range, because of the chain hits and wraps around her neck, the jerk right after will snap it. ]
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most of the guards in hapsburg know Andyr well enough that they realize calling him 'mouse' at any point is practically the trigger word for inciting a bloodbath. even in times he'd agreed to trade compliance for some other favor, just a half second of a guard grumbling the word, in reference to him, had turned a simple walk down a hall into five dead bodies, and two troops of reinforcements coming with tasers and tranquilizers.
good job, Clix, he wants to rip your spine out now. if it's the hapsburg external one, even better.
there's no more discussion of it, just Andyr jerking his wrists to have the dangling chains hanging from cuffs to wrap around his fists like boxing wraps, or brass knuckles. They were much better at restraining before they'd been hacked apart at the center, but then again, Andyr'd always found that putting chains on him was like the guards willingly arming him. the gun was something he'd picked up from a dead guard half a second before being pulled in, thus, he had no idea how much was still in it. he doesn't typically rely on them, because he doesn't typically have them, so it's no difference to him. that, and he really likes punching people. like, a lot.
when he charges for her, it's much faster than any clone would be - it's a part of keeping the Templates around, given the iterations don't ever reach the full potential of the original, and it's a quality test. Andyr couldn't begin to count the number of clones with his face he's wasted. the constant strive is to reach the natural potency of KN augmentation. Mikal has pieces of him, and Andyr still doesn't know where he picked up that insane mind for strategy, but he's glad for it none the less. But Mikal knew setting Andyr loose in Hapsburg was his single best route to escape. had andyr had anything left of himself he thought he could go rebuild on, he might've left with him. but no. he's only this now. rage, and hate, and visceral violence, and revenge.
when he gets to her, he's all snarling teeth (that are a little bit sharper than they probably should be) and sound that seem more animal than human, but the form in his combat is well trained, even with the heavy edge of brutality. The chains that had connected to ankle cuffs as well dangle free, about a foot or so on each side, and when a leg strikes out to attempt a sweep, it's with that extra range, as well as the quickly followed up second shot to the head. Clix will want to make sure to be out of range, because of the chain hits and wraps around her neck, the jerk right after will snap it. ]