[center][img]http://s11.postimg.org/jybharhgj/Lysander_Kingsford_BANNER.png[/img] [img]https://borntoinspire.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/1-post-divider_gold.png?w=584[/img] [@SepticGentleman] [@CutUp] [color=000000]-------------------------[/color] [color=808080]- E A R L I E R -[/color] [color=000000]-------------------------[/color][/center] [color=D2B48C]"Will you keep it down you enormous BLOODY [b]CUNT[/b]."[/color] Lysander turned on his heels to face the source of the voice. [color=8B4513]"Oh, well lookie here! At least [i]somebody[/i] came out!"[/color] A sly grin swept across Kingsford's face. [color=8B4513]"What's wrong, old man? Somebody steal your Viagra?"[/color] [color=D2B48C]"There are folks and kids trying to drink and sleep and you're out there swinging your cock around like some gross fucking jackal!"[/color] Wilheim replied, [color=D2B48C]"Now knock off your SHIT before I clamp a hagfish around your knobs!"[/color] Suddenly, there was another voice, that originated from the same building. [color=B0E0E6]"Sully, what the fuck is happening up there?"[/color] [color=D2B48C]"I'm fucking handling it Davis!"[/color] Wilheim turned his head to yell, [color=D2B48C]"Go back to stroking yourself!"[/color] Lysander burst out laughing. [color=8B4513]"You-"[/color] He panted for breath, [color=8B4513]"You actually think you're intimidating? [i]You,[/i] think you can tell [i]me[/i], what to do? Oh, you're too funny!"[/color] He threw back his head in laughter again. Wilheim gritted his teeth, watching the sagacious prick laugh in the most exaggerated manner he'd ever witnessed. He'd had enough. He took one look at his drink and knew what to do. He took a cloth from one of the drawers in the room and stormed over to the table. Soaking the cloth in the remainder of the bottle's contents, he picked up the lantern on the table and returned to the window. The jammy fuck was still laughing. Wilheim held the open lantern up to the cloth, lighting it. He quickly took the newly crafted molotov and tossed it at the cunt while he was still distracted by the size of his own ego. Kingsford continued his laugh, not hearing the smash of the bottle, but feeling the heat of the spark of fire on his legs. [color=8B4513][i]Shit.[/i][/color] He quickly bent time and blinked a few paces away, patting the fire out on his legs. He sent time back to its normal pace, a sly grin still wrapped around his lips. [color=8B4513]"So you wanna play like that, huh? I can do [i]just the same[/i]."[/color] He pulled out his pistol, aiming it at the man. [color=8B4513]"Don't throw your life away, pal. Say sorry and I might just spare you."[/color] He grinned devilishly. [color=D2B48C]"Oh for- of COURSE you're one of them fucking Garys!"[/color] Wilheim replied. It didn't take even a rat's brain to deduce this sorcery. Just then, a baby's crying sounded throughout the building. [color=DCDCDC]"Sully!"[/color] A woman's voice followed the crying. Wilheim turned his head and yelled, [color=D2B48C]"I'll be right there Amelia!"[/color] He turned back to the egregious bastard, ignoring the gun. Not the first time he had one aimed at him. He raised his hands on the window frame and yelled, [color=D2B48C]"Piss off!"[/color] He shut the window, turned, and headed for the door. [center][color=000000]-------------------------[/color] [color=808080]- N O W -[/color] [color=000000]-------------------------[/color][/center] The man - Sully, was it? - had just stormed back inside when Kingsford heard a voice behind him. [color=FFAE00]"Aye, I can get behind that. Besides laddie, you and me have some business to discuss."[/color] Lysander groaned as the fucker's Mark glowed, and he was held in place. The guy started talking, but Lysander wasn't bothered, really. All he heard was [i]blahblahblah, gay relationship with Outsider, blahblahblah, broken bottles, blahblahblah, looking for a fight, blahblahblah, kill Bottle Street Gang and Slackjaw, blahblahblah, guard's cocks.[/i] Damn, this guy was gay for sure. Kingsford was dropped to the ground partway through the homo's speech, and decided to stay there till the end of it, just for showmanship. Then he rolled his eyes as his mark begun to glow. He swept some dirt up from the ground, throwing it towards the bastard's eyes, and blinked himself up, pulling out his own sword. [color=8B4513]"You think it was gonna be [i]that[/i] easy? Hah!"[/color]