[i][b][center]Karnage & Johnathan | Lucius Cypher & The Bearded One[/center][/b][/i]

[hider=Beard]I roll my eyes at his comment about not making any promises, and briefly reconsider not shooting him. Guy must be going for the tough guy of the year award. "Ok-k-k then, how ab-b-bout a d-deal? You t-t-try not-t-t-t t-t-to k-k-kill me and I'll t-try not-t-t to leave you here t-t-to wander over a c-c-cliff. S-s-sound fair?"

Tyrael's comments are starting to give me a better picture of how he thinks, and in my mind I walk over to my folder marked "Barbarian Warlords" and shove his name right in the middle. Everywhere you go you find people like that- people who're the biggest and strongest for miles around, so they start to think that they're the king of the universe, or at the very least ought to be. Politicians think they can use people like them and throw them away, and sometimes they can, but most times... most times it doesn't end well. Maybe I really should have stunned first and asked questions never, but... only four shots.[/hider]

[hider=Lucius]
[b]"You say that as though I have some reason to kill you."[/b]

Obviously the human was scared of Karnage. It's not exactly a surprise, given that even in his base form he's still a hulking monstrosity. Feeling the wind blowing through the area Karnage went the direction it came from. With any luck he'll at least find the surface. He still had a few rocks which he flicked ahead of him, just to make sure he was going in the right direction.

[b]"Stop being paranoid for a few minutes and let us find the exit."[/b][/hider]

[hider=Bearded]"Suddenly, I hear this kid shouting at Tyrael to drop the body- I look over and realize that it's one of the people who I had begun to plot holding up for information and, if I didn't like their answers, some winter clothing. Seems like the snow didn't dampen the sound of breaking bone quite enough, and now we're held up at gunpoint. I mean, it's a dinky little fold up number, a combustion weapon if I'm not mistaken, probably from a type 4 civilization- that's a civilization that's undergone industrialization and developed basic machining of parts.

"What was that about being paranoid?" I mutter to myself.

I look up at Tyrael, over at the kid with the gun, then I adjust myself into a more readied stance and whisper out of the corner of my mouth "Ok-k, over in the d-direction of the yelling there's t-t-two people armed with..." Does he know what guns are? Better to go for descriptions "...ranged weapons. One of them is aiming at you, the other st-t-till has theirs holstered."

"Not m-much for cover. Outcropping t-to our right, comes up to your knees. Bit of rubble halfway between us and them, slightly to the left. Lots of corpses."
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[hider=Lucius]Barely a few minutes passed before somehow or another, Fritz and Karnage were caught off guard by a couple of others. The adolescence in the voice told him that it was a young man, though his attempt at a deeper tone suggested that he was either older than he sounds, or still in development. Sighing, Karange tossed the body to the side. He didn't realize it since he couldn't see, but he still had the strength to casually fling it a good twenty feet away to his left. [b]"Do what you will. I will do what I will."[/b] He said quietly to Fritz, raising his hands up. A demonic smirk plastered his face as he shouted out to the human in the distance.

[b]"You are... Human, yes? Where am I, and what happened here?"[/b][/hider]