*Various bad things.*
Okay.You draw your trench saber and punch the man who swung at you with the spiked brass knuckles. His Adam’s apple shatters from force of the blow.
You stab him under the heart and then- for good measure- smash his face into the shops wall.
He can't even get a single shot in before this happens.
Bit too much overkill...Eh?You glance at the other man.
He is staring at you slack-jawed with his club held in front of him. You turn your body towards him and he hastily drops his club.
You nod your head towards the door and he takes off running. You clothesline him and pull his face up to yours.
"If your gang ever shows their face 'round here or if you come around him or the shop again or if the man says that they bothered him again, I will grind their faces into that wall, there. Then I’ll do yours." You whisper calmly before pointing at the bloodstained wall,
"Got it?"
He nods vigorously and you let go of him.
He rushes out the door.
You bend down and clean your saber on the dead mans clothes before chucking it in the side alley of the shop.
You walk back into the store and smile at your sister.
"I'm back."
She runs and gives you an uncomfortable hug before bopping you in the nose.
"What the hell?"
"Thanks for leaving me to deal with Collin! You Jerk."
"He couldn't have been that bad...?"
"HE WAS." You have to go to work because your stupid older brother wanted to play army!" direct quote from the book of Collin, chapter one.”
You shrug and try and pop your nose back into place.
Broken nose- trickling blood.
Broken rib.
Pain.
Adrenaline rush receding
Pick one modifier
Adrenaline junkie: longer adrenaline rush but danger prone.
Bleeder: Any bloodless turn you into berserker for as long as you bleed. But not compelled to stop the bleeding.
Render: More prone to decapitation. Unable to stop hacking until its past dead. People like you less.
What do you do?Edit:oops.