[center][h1][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLmJiYjQxMS5USFZqWVhNZ1RXbHNiR1Z5LjAA/against-myself.regular.png[/img][/h1][/center] ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Lucas didn't smile back, instead making an effort too but the fear still extremely evident on his face. As Seven-Seven and Justin left, Lucas made a feeble attempt to wave back but they had already left by the time he worked up the courage to actually look in their direction. Lucas sighed and looked back over to the monitor, his eyes then caught wind of the man from before, a soft cast around his hands as he gave Lucas a glare that quickly returned the fear in his heart. "I'm going to kill you." he mouthed with venom sending a shiver down Lucas' spine. [color=Khaki]"I SAID I WAS SORRY!"[/color] Lucas said in a mixture of desperation and anguish, startling another burly fighter next to him who glared at Lucas with a frown. [color=Khaki]"S-sorry."[/color] Lucas mumbled to the fighter next to him as he rolled his eyes and returned back to what he was doing. Lucas slid into a corner and shrunk down as small as he possibly could. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [center][h1][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLmUxZTEyMy5VbWx2SUUxaGNtdGxkQ0JRYkdGalpRLCwuMAAA/miss-hanna-personal-use.regular.png[/img][/h1][/center] Justin and Seven-Seven made their way through the streets of Rio, their departure going unnoticed by the many fighters still present at the arena attempting to grab as much media attention as possible. They conversed among themselves as Seven-Seven suggested they might find some odd jobs around the market places where people were less likely to ask questions whilst in search for helping hands. The duo continued towards one of the entrances into a particularly bustling market place, stalls with colourful banners selling various memorabilia, knock-offs and gaudy jewellery next to bored looking vendors stoically selling produce, clothes that looked like they were from goodwill and just about anything that could have a price tag slapped on it. The two observed this for a moment before Seven-Seven remerged back to her cheery disposition, eagerly speaking of all the opportunities the two had as Justin looked around his new surroundings. “I-..” Seven-Seven began but suddenly electricity began crackling around her body as she let out an involuntary cry of suprise. She tried standing upright or to begin moving but the electricity slowly brought her down to her knees as her inner workings and subroutines began firing up to find a way out of this predicament. Justin in surprise yelled out Seven-Seven’s name and rushed towards her, a sudden gunshot at his feet stopping him in his tracks. Justin stared towards the source of the firing and frowned as a man in a cowboy hat emerged from the shadows of a nearby alley. Justin looked back at where Seven-Seven was still incapacitated and noticed the sudden blue flicker of a now exposed electronic tripwire, he faced the perpetrator once more. “Oh boy, another freakshow,” He began with a frown as the figure emerged fully. "You know, I was starting to get bored. I was just wondering what kind of gimmick the next one would have." They began circling one another as the market goers either fled or looked on at Seven-Seven and the two men. The attacker didn’t respond. “So,” Justin looked around, he checked every corner. "Do you want directions to the Brokeback Mountain convention? Because it's right around the corner." He threw a thumb behind himself. The attacker finally spoke, a low baritone that carried no real anger or malice to it. "Funny guy. Some people want you dead. I’m just here to collect; nothin’ personal. It’s just business.” Justin raised an eyebrow for a moment at the mention of him collecting the price on his head which quickly went back to a frown, he decided not to probe for who and find that out after he beat this clown. “Wow, you're just as colorful as the others.” Justin snarked, the two still circling one another as the gunslinger twirled his revolvers around, which was really starting to annoy Justin. "By now, you would dramatically announce your name. So, what is it?" “No.” the gunslinger said but for a moment he narrowed his vision at Justin and simply rolled his eyes, it didn't really matter. “It’s Voyt.” he said simply. "Voyt... let me tell you; aren't the first freakshow to come after us..." Justin began, winding his arm up. "... and you aren't going to be the last." "You’d best shut up and draw.” The two stopped and stared one another down. Shoppers and vendors alike began filling out, sensing that something very bad was about to happen. The sand swept across Justin and Voyt and for a moment, everything was still. The two then broke out into a sprint towards one another. [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjk2LjZmNDgwYy5WbTk1ZENCVWFHVWdSM1Z1YzJ4cGJtZGxjZywsLjAA/go-2-old-western.regular.png[/img] [b][i]VS.[/i][/b] [img]https://i.imgur.com/pgOGtMj.png[/img][/center]