Post by Oblivion Death Squad on Aug 2, 2023 18:47:58 GMT -5
Archie Rude swallowed nervously as he stood against the wall. He reached up to adjust the tie at his neck, tugging on his jacket as stepped back. The hulking Moloch stomped back and forth before him, the big man’s shoulders rolling as his hands clenched and unclenched before him. He muttered under his breath, shaking his head before he threw a punch into the locker before him. The metal buckling, and Rude glanced at the camera.
Then Moloch turned towards him, and spat.
‘Eron. Hunter.’
Rude started to back up, but Moloch was on him. He waved a big hand, snarling into the mic as he loomed over Rude.
‘Eron Hunter! Mendon se mund të vësh duart mbi vëllain tim? Ti mendon se mund të sulmosh Mormon dhe të mos përballesh me mua!
Jo! Nëse sulmoni një nga Skuadra e Vdekjes së Oblivionit, ju na sulmoni të gjithëve!’
Rude nodded, looking around nervously as Moloch glared at him. His big hand lifted to grab Rude’s jacket, and Rude held up his hands.
‘I don’t know what that means.’
‘Eron Hunter! You think you can lay your hands on my brother? You think you can attack Mormo and not face me!
No! If you attack one of the Oblivion Death Squad, you attack us all!’
An accented voice rang out, and Rude turned to find Sinclair Godfrey standing at his shoulder. The Baroness lifted a hand, fingers waving as Moloch released Rude with a slight shove. He shook his head, and glowered as his hands lifted.
‘Po ta kishe mbajtur luftën me Armandin, nuk do të isha kaq i inatosur! Por si një frikacak, si një qen!
Ju sulmuat Mormon nga pas! Si një bandit i zakonshëm! Ju visheni me armaturën tuaj të shkëlqyer dhe pretendoni të jeni një hero!
Një kampion!
Por çfarë je tani, Eron?’
Rude glanced at the Baroness, who was staring at Moloch with a brow lifted.
‘If you had kept your war with Armand, I would not be so angry! But like a coward, like a dog!
You attacked Mormo from behind! Like some common thug! You dress yourself up in your fine armor, and pretend to be a hero!
A champion!
But what are you now, Eron?’
Rude started to speak, but Sinclair silenced him with a lifted hand. And she stepped closer to Moloch, staring at the dented locker before she looked back to the towering brute. Her finger tapped her chin, and she stared into nothing.
A look that Rude had seen before, though not on the face of Sinclair Godfrey. It was the look the Scourge wore when he was thinking.
‘Are you sure it was Hunter?’
‘Çfarë?’
Moloch looked confused, and Sinclair turned to him with a slight frown.
‘Eron Hunter is a warrior. He is a hero. He is all of the things you said him to be. He would no more attack someone from behind in the back than he would chop off his own arm. We are Do-’
Her eyes narrowed.
‘We are Armand-gun. We know that things can not deny their true natures. Why would Eron Hunter chose now to show a different color? Something is amiss here, who told you it was Hunter?’
‘Armand.’
Sinclair frowned, and she shrugged.
‘Unë do ta shkatërroj për atë që ka bërë! Dhe nëse nuk ishte ai, a ka rëndësi?
Ai është një armik i Donz--'
Moloch paused, eyes narrowed.
“Armand-gun!’
‘You may punish him for being our enemy, but as to the other? We will find the truth of it won’t we? But we have our duty.’
Sinclair said grimly.
‘Për këtë vetëm ai do të vuajë zemërimin tim! Nëse ai është fajtor për tjetrin unë do të rrah të vërtetën prej tij!
Dhe nëse ai qen tradhtar, Tarrasque më pengon!’’
Sinclair nodded, and looked to Rude.
‘For that only he shall suffer my wrath! If he is guilty of the other I will beat the truth from him!
And if that traitor dog, Tarrasque gets in my way!’
Sinclair glanced back at Moloch, sniffing.
‘Tarrasque will take the side of any who stand against Armand, but he knew the risks. Do as you will, but he is no traitor to us.’
Moloch grunted, and he glanced at Sinclair before he muttered something. The Baroness lifted a hand, brushing back her hair with a shrug.
‘I will deal with her.’
The pair looked at Rude, and then Sinclair walked past him with a toss of her head. Rude watched her go, and looked back to the scowling Moloch before he stepped back to leave himself.
Then Moloch turned towards him, and spat.
‘Eron. Hunter.’
Rude started to back up, but Moloch was on him. He waved a big hand, snarling into the mic as he loomed over Rude.
‘Eron Hunter! Mendon se mund të vësh duart mbi vëllain tim? Ti mendon se mund të sulmosh Mormon dhe të mos përballesh me mua!
Jo! Nëse sulmoni një nga Skuadra e Vdekjes së Oblivionit, ju na sulmoni të gjithëve!’
Rude nodded, looking around nervously as Moloch glared at him. His big hand lifted to grab Rude’s jacket, and Rude held up his hands.
‘I don’t know what that means.’
‘Eron Hunter! You think you can lay your hands on my brother? You think you can attack Mormo and not face me!
No! If you attack one of the Oblivion Death Squad, you attack us all!’
An accented voice rang out, and Rude turned to find Sinclair Godfrey standing at his shoulder. The Baroness lifted a hand, fingers waving as Moloch released Rude with a slight shove. He shook his head, and glowered as his hands lifted.
‘Po ta kishe mbajtur luftën me Armandin, nuk do të isha kaq i inatosur! Por si një frikacak, si një qen!
Ju sulmuat Mormon nga pas! Si një bandit i zakonshëm! Ju visheni me armaturën tuaj të shkëlqyer dhe pretendoni të jeni një hero!
Një kampion!
Por çfarë je tani, Eron?’
Rude glanced at the Baroness, who was staring at Moloch with a brow lifted.
‘If you had kept your war with Armand, I would not be so angry! But like a coward, like a dog!
You attacked Mormo from behind! Like some common thug! You dress yourself up in your fine armor, and pretend to be a hero!
A champion!
But what are you now, Eron?’
Rude started to speak, but Sinclair silenced him with a lifted hand. And she stepped closer to Moloch, staring at the dented locker before she looked back to the towering brute. Her finger tapped her chin, and she stared into nothing.
A look that Rude had seen before, though not on the face of Sinclair Godfrey. It was the look the Scourge wore when he was thinking.
‘Are you sure it was Hunter?’
‘Çfarë?’
Moloch looked confused, and Sinclair turned to him with a slight frown.
‘Eron Hunter is a warrior. He is a hero. He is all of the things you said him to be. He would no more attack someone from behind in the back than he would chop off his own arm. We are Do-’
Her eyes narrowed.
‘We are Armand-gun. We know that things can not deny their true natures. Why would Eron Hunter chose now to show a different color? Something is amiss here, who told you it was Hunter?’
‘Armand.’
Sinclair frowned, and she shrugged.
‘Unë do ta shkatërroj për atë që ka bërë! Dhe nëse nuk ishte ai, a ka rëndësi?
Ai është një armik i Donz--'
Moloch paused, eyes narrowed.
“Armand-gun!’
‘You may punish him for being our enemy, but as to the other? We will find the truth of it won’t we? But we have our duty.’
Sinclair said grimly.
‘Për këtë vetëm ai do të vuajë zemërimin tim! Nëse ai është fajtor për tjetrin unë do të rrah të vërtetën prej tij!
Dhe nëse ai qen tradhtar, Tarrasque më pengon!’’
Sinclair nodded, and looked to Rude.
‘For that only he shall suffer my wrath! If he is guilty of the other I will beat the truth from him!
And if that traitor dog, Tarrasque gets in my way!’
Sinclair glanced back at Moloch, sniffing.
‘Tarrasque will take the side of any who stand against Armand, but he knew the risks. Do as you will, but he is no traitor to us.’
Moloch grunted, and he glanced at Sinclair before he muttered something. The Baroness lifted a hand, brushing back her hair with a shrug.
‘I will deal with her.’
The pair looked at Rude, and then Sinclair walked past him with a toss of her head. Rude watched her go, and looked back to the scowling Moloch before he stepped back to leave himself.
