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The line seemed to go on forever, a trail of people that never ended, as soon as someone left someone else came to fill their place. It was maddening, like a clock that for every second forward took another back. Whenever you thought you were finally reaching the end of your work load, another appeared at the other end. That was probably the point, of course. 'You can leave once the line ends', a command that was becoming more cruel with every passing minute. He was there to make sure trouble didn't occur when passing into the upper areas of Logue Town, after all you couldn't just have anyone walking around in there. A new system that had been put in place, a credit check. You either had enough and could come in, or you were stuck outside like the rest of the animals. It wasn't exactly a kind system, but it was a rule that was needed. The lower class citizens were creating problems for the good normal working people. Why should they have to suffer while the freeloaders got to ruin their town for free. Which left him in his position, standing guard by the gate wearing a rather dapper red suit, fit with red toned crocodile shoes. His return to the Marine's had been rather uneventful, after all it wasn't like they were going to turn him down. In fact, he had even received his medal, five years of active service with two years of inactive service. The blue ribbon hanged from his chest with pride as he shielded his eyes from the suns rays. He was situated on the poor side of the world, glaring down at the civilians fumbling with their change. To his right was one of Logue's many parks and to his left was the shore, the surf as choppy as always.

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When the fuck did this happen? Where the Marines in Logue so damn far up there own asses that they didnt realize how much bullshit this was? "Yeah, sorry poor bastards. But you can only come into this side of town if you show us you arent poor" yet another complete abuse of power from these cocksuckers. I mean, its not like stepping up patrols and stationing more men in town would help. Nooooo, that would only make fucking sense! Really, an Admiral could walk outside naked and piss on a child and everyone would shrug their shoulders lime it wasnt even a thing. Vicktur couldnt wait to get oit of this shithole town filled with shithead Marines. But first he'd have to get out of this goddamn line. Luckily he had almost made it to the front after a solid two hours of waiting. What the fuck else do you expect from a bureaucracy? If wiping your own ass had to be approved youd be waiting long enough for it to dry out. He fished onto his pockets and pulled out a big enough note to tell the inspector asshole at the front to go to hell. Little did he know who that would be.

Vicktur watched groups of people get turned away back into the ghettos. No doubt to be mugged by the crininals the Marines didnt care enoigh about to handle themselves. Vicktur always wondered how they managed to do anything with their thumbs up their asses all the time. Soon it was his turn and he flashed a couple hundred bill notes Good enough for you, Spikey? God forbid you spend your time dealing with actual problems.


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What a conflict of emotions this was turning out to be. On one hand he had a strange love for the kid in front of him, he reminded him of himself, perhaps with a few years shaved off. A spirit of intensity and a will to what was right, even if he was a bit confused about what the right thing to do was. He would make an incredible Marine, the problem was that his head just wasn't in the right place. Who knew what did it, perhaps it was the way he was raised? Whatever it was, the kid was no good like this and it was obvious that he had a hatred for the justice system. His last words rung through Landru's head on repeat, the meaning of them singing true. He swore that he would cut Landru down if he ever saw him under their flag. Obviously that meant a few things, but the one that was most important right now was that he admitted to plotting to kill a member of the Marines, something he couldn't look past by any stretch of the imagination. Running a hand through his hair as he rolled his shoulders back, well aware of what was going to happen he couldn't help but feel upset with himself, as if it was his fault for following the rules. "Vicktaur, I wish we could have met on better circumstances, perhaps we could even have been friends." He trailed off, lost deep in thought before returning to the situation at hand, a deep sorrow in his eyes. "I'm requesting that you accompany me to headquarters where you will be imprisoned on suspicion of treason. Your family will be notified and you will be given one meeting with them, assuming they can afford the payment to get here, before your trial."

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What the fuck are you on about? the young blonde man was pretty confused right now. "Suspicion if treason" just another way of saying, "You're going to prison even though we have no proof you did anything wrong". Fucking typical. So fucking typical. He was surprised these Marines could even sleep at night. They saw treason behind every blade of grass, and inside the mind of every man. The spikey headed punk wasnt wrong, though.....well he was and he wasnt. From a Government stand-point yeah he was treasonous. But from, ya know, a point of view that MADE SENSE he never swore loyalty or fealty to the system. So accusing him of treason made about ss much sense as this douchebag's hair. You're a glorified rent-a-cop, pal. And your accusations of treason are erroneous at best. I can't believe I have to deal with this bullshit. Two hours in this goddamn line to get accused of nonsense by a fucking super saiyan. he wasnt sure where that last reference came from, but it just seemed to fit. He slid his beli back into his pocket. What an utter waste of his time. It seemed like whenever he dealt with a Marine they wasted his time. Youd think these people would have something to do with their time. Instead of stopping a random person they didnt even kno-wait a minute And another thing? How in the hell do you know my name? had Yomi or Hure rolled over on him for a plea bargain? No! No way! This guy knew about him and he was gonna find out how.


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He cocked a bushy red brow in suspicion. Had his friend been that drunk? Surely not, he had barely had that much at all, and he seemed perfectly fine for the rest of the day, well enough to get into a debate about politics at the very least, definitely well enough to remember. Which only left the fact that he was lying to attempt to appear innocent. It was the kind of thing only a cornered dog would do. Despite the kids behavior, he did think a little more highly of him than that. His expression of sorrow only intensified as he realized the depths he was causing his companion to sink to in attempting to bypass the result of his actions. "There's no need for that kind of carry on, Vicktaur." He said slowly, motioning to the Marine behind Vicktaur to clear the crowd. He could still remember the way the kid swung around his blade, it wasn't something he wanted to let get into the way of civilians. "We both know you weren't that drunk. Drunk enough to tell me all about how you hated the Marines and would cut me down if you ever saw me working with them, but not drunk enough to forget all about it." His hands raised, cracking his knuckles as his head turned to the side, letting out a small popping sound. Looking down on his opponent, he was well aware that what followed was going to cause a scene. "Everything you say will be held against you, that's the law Vicktaur, you can't get angry at me just because you can't follow it." He paused, allowing time for his words to sink in before continuing. "Now, if you would place any weapons on your person on the ground and put your hands behind your back, we can avoid creating a scene."

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What the hell was this guy talking about? He mustve been drunk, like really drunk. Or just plain confused. He had never met this man before in his life! But as he continued to ramble on about their encounter Vicktur vame to a realization Landru? he was visibly shocked. No, he was outright flabbergasted, surprised, startled, and otherwise awe-stricken. This was impossible! He was a shit-stained cat that lived in the gutter. Not this hulking spikey haired beef cake. What the fuck was going on? Thats the last time I drink scotchka. he mumbled under his breathe. For whatever reason Landru wasnt what he remembered him being. He considered that Yomi might have had a part in this. She often commented on how much he drank. If he didnt know any better he'd say she slipped something onto his food and water. But while it wasnt improbable it just wasnt he modus operandi. Landru had his fellow Marine clear the crowd and cracked the muscles in his neck. Both obvious signs of an impending conflict. To which Vicktur was more than welcome to participate in.

Here's a better idea he drew his blades quick as the wind, inciting gasps from the crowd. How about you pray to your head Marine asshole! I told you what would happen if you were stupid enough to go running back! Why didnt you just go back to your gutter? the question seemed sincere. Even though Vicktur was more than happy to put this bastard down, he felt a bit bad about it. You coukd have even joined up with me. You wouldve saved me the trouble of having to learn to navigate. But once a fool always a fool.


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"Bingo." He replied to the question about his name. It would seem that the week priors events were steadily coming back to the young outlaw, something that he was happy to see. Arresting a man who claimed to be retarded was never going to look good, no matter how well you try and spin the story. His eyes narrowed as the swords were brought into the equation, causing a gasp of excitement from the crowd. He shot his fellow Marine a dirty look, as it seemed he was having trouble getting everyone out of the area. Stepping forward to his opponent, the two were bumping chests as he looked down his nose at Vicktaur. This way he couldn't swing his sword freely from either side of Landru, but it also meant that he had more time to get the civilians out of the area before things went down.

"I thought you were smarter than that, Vicktaur. Let's not add assault on an officer to your crimes, that's another twenty years at the least." The tone was teasing, almost mocking as if he was trying to egg his opponent on. His focus remained on Vicktaur, searching for even the slightest movement. Addressing his fellow Marine's he continued. "Stay out of this, I can more than easily handle this kid. Just make sure none of the civilians get in the way, I want no casualties today!" He shouted out through his skinless mouth, the sound echoing throughout the park, slowly fading away till it was just the waves left.

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Grahahaha Vicktur's signature laugh erupted from his gut. One year, five years, or twenty years, it didnt matter in the slightest. The second they found out his true loyalties he would be sent to Impel Down to suffer for the rest of his life. Or just staight up executed on the spot. Like hell he'd give in. Vicktur backpedaled as Landru attempted to draw closer, as to eliminate his ability to swing his swords. Vicktur was young and stupid in a lot of ways, but so dumb as to just stand there while the man took away his advantage. If you're gonna try and take me in, I might as well go for the big numbers. he mused towards his opponent. What kind of shit luck did Vicktur have to run into this guy right here? Out of all the thousands of Marines in Loguetown it was Landru who he ended up encountering. He was also the only Marine he actually got the chance to fight against. It was almost like fate, destiny, or anything else along those lines. No matter! Vicktur wasnt going to let this asshole take him in.

Landru adressed his partner without taking his eyes off of Vicktur, staying ever aware of every movement the boy would make. Damn, and he was hoping to catch him off guard. All hope was not list however. Vicktur adjusted the position of his sword until the sunlight reflected off the blade and into Landru's eyes. Hopefully tvat would be enough to distract him as Vicktur made a slash with the other blade, attempting to slice open the man's neck and end it immediately.


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It was like he was in some shitty adventure film, fighting a guy with two sword. Who the fuck used two swords? It was just ridiculous, it totally wasn't his fault that he was taken back by the whole thing. The kid was keeping his range, smart. If Landru managed to get in close then it was all over for him, it was just those swords that were blocking off a direct approach. "You really are a kid." He sneered, looking down on the boy both literally and metaphorically. It was such a shame to waste all that potential, the things that you could do with youth, goodness grief. If he had age on his side then he would have all the time in the world to achieve his dream, to diverge fate. It was a nice thought, but it wasn't what he should be focusing on right now. Light caught his eyes, making the next action obvious, ducking down to avoid it, he continued this motion seeing the swing from the other blade. The error was that he had left himself open with the attack, especially exaggerated by the fact that he had swung for Landru's neck, a height above even his own head. Kicking off with his powerful legs, he moved to tackle Vicktaur, hitting him with his shoulder in the stomach, hopefully winding him, and holding him in place as he continued with the momentum towards one of the thick trees of the park, attempting to slam the boy against it.

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Damn! Vicktur knew he shouldve went for the legs. But the throat was so much more appealing. Landru saw through his ruse the second the light hit his eyes. The giant ducked his cut and closed to gap in an instant, driving his elbow into Vicktur's gut. While he did manage to land his hit Vicktur managed to retain the air in his lungs. What a rookie mistake! He was too used to killing scrubs and zombies and shit. He had lost his touch in a battle with an actual worthy adversary. After he ended this dickheads life he would need to do some more training. And after he talked a big game to Hure and all. He bet she'd be disappointed to see him get handled like this. Vicktur didnt even want to consider what Yomi would say. Probably some shit about biting off more than he could chew. Thats it! As Landru ran closer and closer to the tree behind him, Vicktur started beating on the man's back with the botton of his sword. He then opened wide and bit the fucker in the ear Mike Tyson style. Like he was actually going to play fair? Fuck that! This was his life, his freedom he was fighting for. Without one the other had no meaning!

He tasted the copperish hint of blood flowing into his mouth, all the while he continued to bash Landru in the back. The Giant was definitely stonger than him. Vicktur wasnt a push over himself, though. Not to mention he could really take a hit.


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Pain struck down on his back from multiple points, the jabbing of the hilt of his blade causing sharp bolts to run through his body. It wasn't what he would call pleasant, but it was a lot better than what would happen if it was the other side hitting him in the back. Still, his grip held firm which was apparently more than enough to keep his opponent in place. He might have youthful energy on his side, but it didn't compare in the slightest to the strength of a fully grown man, no way no how. The two continued forward to their destination, which was to break Vicktaur's back against the tree. The momentum from his elbow through his stomach would do it, no doubt about that. He wouldn't normally take such drastic measures, especially against a kid but the fact that he was brandishing blades made the whole situation different. You didn't need age to take someones head off with one of those things, you just needed to get lucky. His thoughts were stolen however by the pain on the side of his head, a red hot agony that seared through him like nothing else. His world turned red and sense lost him as he raised the boy off the ground and stepped into a stop. Causing the momentum from the charge as well as his own strength, he sent the boy flying towards the tree thick enough for a preschool to hold hands around. Sure, it wasn't nearly as effective, but he had taken a beating already.

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Vicktur continued to beat his opponent like a red-headed step child. He knew damn well that it hurt, it had to. He had yet to meet a single person who could shrug off his attacks like they were mosquito bites. Even with his height advantage, Landru was at a disadvantage as far as weaponry went. Unless he could get inside Vicktur's reach, that is. Which is exactly why Vicktur was in this particular predicament. That being getting his ass bulldozed into a fucking tree. By the way, where the hell did that tree come from anyways? These kinds of things seemed to happen all the time. He didnt notice it before. Then again he didnt notice that Landru wasnt a a cat when he first met him. That one would always fuck with his mind. How he managed to mistake this behemoth for an aborexic cat was a question for the ages. Maybe he was just tripping on acid, and visualized the man as he appeared to be in his mind's eye, a tiny little pussy. He could hardly consider him such a thing now. Mostly due to Landru totally man-handling him right now. Who wouldve guessed?

Landru's movements changed when he finally felt Vicktur's pearly whites sink into his ear. It was a good thing the bum decided to get life back on track, else Vicktur would be biting into the filthiest ear in existence. Landru dug his shoes into the ground and used the monentum to toss Vicktur at the tree. So while Vicktur hadnt managed to stop the assault completely, he succeeded in avoiding being stuck between a tree and a big ass motherfucker....or was it a rock and a hard place? The impact wasnt what you could describe as pleasant. He felt the pain all the way down to his bones. Sticking his blades in the ground he leaned on them as he regained his composure. His impact with the tree gave him a splitting headache, having bashed tbe back of his head in the process. He spit Landru's blood from his mouth I better not catch anything he said as snarky as ever I've heard all about how you bums gangbang to pass the time. god knows what kind of diseases were spread in such a manner.

Erecting his back to the sound of cracking bones Vicktur grunted. Ugh, that was one hell of a hit. Bastard's as tough as he looks he smirked at his own internal dialogue And he said not to judge a book by it's cover. he found the parallel to be amusing. Placing one of the blades into his mouth he bit down, and handled the second with both hands. Rushing in, and waiting to get into minimum range, he initiated his attack. First was a slash from his first sword that he held onto with his teeth. Then was a twisting slash that would cover his back as he compensated for how his head was turned from the first. This time he decided to keep his attacks rather low. But not so low as to get kicked in the head or just jumped over. Due to the length of his swords Landru would have to cover around five feet to get inside. Hopefully Vicktur could react fast enough to avoid another incident like before.


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His back felt like it had been stung by a hoard of bee's great big angry bees with stupid scarfs and ugly hair. The kind that drunk too much and swore like a small child just finding out the words existed. He rolled his shoulders back, watching as Vicktaur pulled himself up like it ain't no thing, even still managing to spout off some 'oh so witty' dialogue, along with a bunch of his blood. Landru's hand raised to the side of his head, feeling over the heat, the blood trickling down his side, soaking his face a bright scarlet. He pulled at his jacket, slipping it off and ripping his shirt to pieces to get off. With his precious one-thousand beli jacket in one hand, he bounced back from the boys approach, scouting out his movements wanting to see where he would go with things. After all it wasn't hard to predict what charging at someone with swords meant, even if one was in his mouth for some confounded reason."You don't have any diseases, do you?" He asked, as he hopped backwards, keeping out of range of the boys swords, moving deeper into the park, her jacket blowing out in front of him, caught in the movement. "I don't think the Marine's medical is that good, I haven't even had my shots yet." A mocking tone, as if questioning if that was all the kid could do. The truth of the matter was he needed time to recover physically, and is his opponent was going to waste his time swinging blades out of reach then he would be the only one doing so.

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Vicktur's attack missed its target. Or rather it was dodged by the spikey headed punk. So quick to get close before but now he wanted to run away. Landru felt out the wound on his ear, no doubt a bit upset about it all. After staring at the sanguine substance that covered his fingers and coat he removed the coat as to keep it clean. After doing so he tore his top to shreds. Yea, he fucking lacerated his shirt like the incredible Hulk or some shit. It was definitely a better choice than taking it off normally. Doing so wouldve afforded Vicktur a split second to take advantage of, seeing how Landru would be blind with the shirt lifting over his head. Vicktur finished his rotation and was mostly happy Landru didnt manage to pull anything off while in mid turn. He seemed to be primarily a hand-to-hand combatant. But who knew what kind of tricks he had up his sleeve? Maybe he had a fallback single shot pistol? Or a rape whistle that called all the otger asshole Marines who stunk up this town with theur self righteous, self aggrandizing smug attitudes. Much like Landru.

The real question was whether or not to chase him down. Landru could be leading him into a trap. Maybe staying where he was would turn out to be the best idea? Still he didnt want to let up on the gas. He had to push and push his enemy until he won. So he took off after the man, intent on chopping him into pieces.


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Risky plays from all around today, but it seemed as if other options weren't available, unless Vicktaur started throwing his swords like an idiot. Thank god he was smarter than that, Landru doubted he would be able to get very far if all his time was spent laughing at his opponent. Still, a charge from a man of that side with two blades was never something you wanted to see coming, not by any stretch of the imagination. He certainly had speed on his side, that was for sure. The problem with the one handed blades was the power behind the blow, the accuracy, but since Landru didn't have a damn thing to block with it was basically a win-win for his opponent. Matching the on coming charge for a brief moment before tossing his jacket forward, the giant piece of clothing fanning out and blocking off the view of one another. Abusing the lack of visual contact, he leaped forward, a single leg straightened out trying to catch the boy in the center of his body, with the other leg remaining below to support him on the landing. There was a pretty darn high chance he was going to get cut up here, but it was something he would just have to risk. After all, you don't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs, just like you don't kick a traitors shit in without getting a few cuts of your own. His ear was more than enough of an example of this.

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He chased down Landru while still brandishing his weapons. No matter how fast he ran or how hard he pushed himself, Landru managed to say ahead of him. When it came down to speed Vicktur was outmatched and there was no denying it or getting around it. Landru had superior speed and strength, while the only thing Vicktur had over him was his ability to take a hit. Or atleast he belived so. Its not like his life amounted to a text based "game" where some nerd was controlling his every action. This nerd would have to be akin to some sort of god, and Vicktur wasnt sure if he believed in god. He knew that he lacked belief in the highly accepted judeo-chrisian incarnations of the concept. But that was mostly because the book was complete gobbledygook and its mindless dick riders were about as vapid. Not to mention the government pushed that shit to encourage docility, just like they put chemicals in the drinking water to do the same thing. He learned about tbe chemicals in the water from a nomadic Revolutionary friend of his. He rode around in a big ass self propelled carriage and had hella guns.

It was just as he had suspected, Landru was baiting him inti a trap! Goddamn son of a geriatric protestant whore. Landru tossed his big ass fancy coat at Vicktur to try and blind him. While it worked it would also blind Landru. Vicktur took this chance to dodge roll to the side and slash at Landru from his flank. Hopefully things would happen so quickly that he couldnt respond while in mid-kick. He slashed one direction with the sword in his mouth, and the opposite with the one in his hand. The blade in his mouth was naturally level close to his torso while the other his legs.


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He kicked at nothing, the loss of something to hit causing him to stumble forward slightly, as if landing from a bad fall. It was then that he felt the sharp line dance across his side, like a race track of electricity running over him. Jolts of intense pain fired through him, racing at impossible speeds to tell his brain exactly just how fucked he was in this situation. He didn't have times to check his wounds manually, but he could take a pretty dam good guess. A laceration across his left leg, going horizontally across his calf muscle, thankfully not cutting his tendon, instead leaving him with heavy blood loss, his life force spurting through his pants, staining them and the ground around him. Another cut to the side of his abdominal muscles, a lot less severe probably as a result of him using his fucking teeth for it, only an inch deep at the worst. Still, it stung like a fucking bitch, the kind of pain that would keep you up all night. The problem with having a sword in your mouth and one in your hands was pretty simple, your maneuverability went to complete shit. It's damn hard to dodge something when there's a metal blade getting caught on things in your mouth. His kicking foot came down hard, twisting and carrying the momentum with him he aimed to deliver a punch straight to the kids face, just above his mouth. This was the best damn chance was going to get and he wasn't about to waste it just because he was cut up. Off balance from the opposing cutting direction and just after recovering from a roll, his opponents maneuverability options were pretty shot but on the same foot so were Landru's if he didn't end this very soon he wouldn't be able to continue fighting.

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He felt his blades cutting through tender flesh Gotcha!. From the resistance he could tell the blade in his hand cut deeper than the one in his mouth. No surprise there, he wasnt exactly well versed in the art of Santoryu; fighting with three blades one of which you carried and struck with between your teeth. He had simply seen a man utilize the style once while fending off his comrades. It was a bit of a pain to use a style he watched a Marine kill one of his shipmates with, but it had atleast been minorly effective against this Marine. The thought of a Marine getting wasted by a style picked up from a Marine was pretty humorous. And Vicktur would laugh if not for having a sword in his mouth as well as being in the heat of battle with Landru. The more he fought the Giant the more he came to, somewhat, respect him. He once had a sparring partner who told him that men understood one another the most by clashing swords or exchanging blows. It was oy now that Vicktur truly understood the meaning of those words. He was young, brash, and had a bit too much hate inside him. Maybe all those talks with Yomi about letting go had some truth to them?

While he had managed to injure his opponent, Landru was pumped full of adrenaline and the will to break Vicktur in two. He withstood the cuts and quickly countered with an attempt to knock Vicktur's teeth down his throat. The boy couldnt afford to let his teeth go to waste. If Marine health insurance was poor than Revolutionary health insurance was complete and total shit. No way in hell he'd get them fixed. However, he couldnt avoid the hit like he did last time. He knew he had to suck it up and take it like a man. So instead of letting Landru force him to buy a pair of dentures, he'd let him intensify his headache. By simply shifting his head he met Landru's fist with his forehead. Stars danced around his eyes as the pain rocked every fiber of his being. What was once a headache had become a splitting migraine. He dug his feet into the ground to avoid being thrown backwards, using the blade in his hand as well. Stabbing it into the earth to anchor him in place. It took only a second for him to regain his bearings. Vicktur bit down on the hilt of his sword like a soldier biting on a belt while getting a limb amputated. Landru's fist caused a giant welt to puff up on his head, beating like a heart pumping blood. Or atleast it definitely felt that way. Not oy that but he had also split the skin and caused profuse bleeding. Blood spilled down his forhead and over his eyelids, partially blinding him. Boy was he in a pickle. If he couldnt win he would have to run. He felt like a goddamn pussy for admitting it but it was true. Living to fight another day was more important.


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A direct hit, or at least as close enough to one as he could possibly hope for. Already the kids head was swelling up like a fucking balloon, something that generally signified that the fight was over. Shaking out his pain filled hand, the Marine couldn't help but bounce on the spot, the excess adrenaline forcing him to keep moving. Looking down at the kid, the feeling of admiration stayed true inside of him, a fire burning away and consuming all else, even his precious logic. Physically, he was a total wreck, bleeding down the side of his body, soaking into his pants, leaving a trail behind him. His right side torso was drenched also, blood still coming out steadily from his mangled ear showing no sign of stopping any time soon. The sorrow that was seen in his eyes when he ordered his friend to accompany him was even more intense now, like a burning flame in his eyes. Previously he would have gotten a few months at the most, now? Thirty to forty years at the least, most likely death. Could he really bring himself to send the man who had effectively brought his life back, rekindling his dream, his passion, could he send that man to death? "Vicktaur, I sure you can feel it, but I can see it. That's a bad wound on your head, if you don't get medical attention soon you'll be in a lot of trouble. You don't want to let your brain go to waste, that's all you have." He paused, blowing on his knuckles once more, the skin bloodied from the impact, his own skin splitting. "Do you admit defeat? If you try and run they'll certainly capture you. It's not a course of action I would recommend." He could see the wheels turning in the boys head, feeling out where he would go. It was either a plan of a direct attack or running for safety, both of which would just lead to his death.

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Damn it! he could hardly think straight with this debilitating migraine. It felt like his head was being shredded by shards of glass. Goddamn it! Goddamn it all anger, sorrow, and bitter resentment was all he could feel at the moment. For himself for being too weak, for Landru for getting him in this mess, for the Government and its allies, and for his dead family just because fuck them. He fell on one knee as he clutched at his head, using every ounce of his willpower not to cry. He had been defeated and now was the moment of his reckoning. He thought back to Hure and regretted that he'd never get to see her again. And to Yomi who often warned him about his reckless and suicidal journey against the powers that be. Boy would she be happy to know that she was right. Probably not happy to hear about his death, but atleast happy to know that she wasnt wrong. Fuck this rock and everyone on it not he was on his hands and knees trying not to lose consciousness as Landru began to gloat. He said something about the wound on his head and about not letting his brain go to waste, as it was the only thing of worth he possessed. Vicktur couldnt help but laugh at the comment You're...still...just a shitty cat he said as he calmed down from his tired laughing.

He gritted his teeth at the thought, but in the end Landru was right. He couldnt get away in this condition. He grabbed his blades and returned them to their sheathes. Standing up, he tried his hardest to look Landru in the eyes with the blood streaming down his head I yield... the words dropped from his mouth in a strained manner, as if he had to force them out Do your worst.


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A car crash of emotions and thoughts, conflicting ideals and promises. Could you put the value of another mans life over your dream? If you did, could you truly say you believed in your dream, in your own ambition? A man without ambition is nothing, a flat zero, but a man with no honor was that even worse? The silence hung between them like a wet cloth, covering any and all action, a suppressant on anything else but thought. A Marine called his name, breaking what had built up slicing through the mood like a hot knife through butter. "He got away!" He shouted over his shoulder, already regretting what he was doing. "He went north, through the barricade. I want everything you've got on his ass, you hear me?" He turned, blocking off the crouching boy from view of anyone who might try and steal a glimpse. "I'm wounded and so is a civilian, I'm gonna take the two of us to the infirmary. Don't come back until you find him, understand?" Confirmation was shouted back to Landru, followed by the sound of rushing footsteps away from them, funneling through the gate into the richer district. Slowly stepping towards his jacket, he stooped low to pick it up, the action causing a stream of blood to squirt from his side, spreading over the grass like a signature. "I never want to see you in Logue again, you understand me?" He asked, turning back towards his once companion, tossing the jacket towards him and grasping him around the arm, pulling him to his feet with no intention of letting go any time soon.

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Vicktur wasnt quite sure what was happening right now. Another Marine made their presence known, to which Vicktur instinctively reached for his blades to deal with. Despite him telling Landru to finish it the Giant didnt seem to want to do that. He remained infront of Vicktur to stop the other Marine from seeing him. He then fabricated a story about Vicktur having escape north past the barricade. Landru told his subordinate to head that way with all the men he could manage to scrounge up. And that he didnt want to see his face until they had found Vicktur and brought him before him, or so he imagined. His head hurt like a motherfucker and this made it hurt even more. What the fuck was this guy doing? Vicktur truly was completely awe-struck by what was happening right now. He wanted to shout bullshit and try to cut Landru's head off right here and now. But he knew damn well that he couldnt accomplish that in this state. And even if he could he wasnt 100% sure that he'd really truly want to. Landru helped him get tohis feet but didnt let go of his arm. He wanted to hear Vicktur say it; that he'd never see him in Loguetown again.

Vicktur chuckled, amused once again I've been trying to get out of this fucking place since I first met you, remember? You can guarantee youll never see me here again. Once I see a few people i'll be damn sure to split town though he said "see a few people" he meant once ge joined up with his crew. He had spent the last dew weeks draining his pockets at bars to find the group. And now it was time to go.


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He stared into the boys eyes with a fiery intensity that would rival that of Moses laying down the ten commandments. His grip around the boys arm tightened, squeezing him as if to show just how serious the situation they were in was. "I don't think you understood me correctly." He replied slowly, wondering how he should phrase it. It was a complicated issue, one bound by honor and friendship, an admiration for your enemy, the kind of thing that would be frowned upon by anyone who hadn't experienced what they had shared. Caring for the one you were supposed to kill. The idea was foolish to the Marines, foolish to just about anyone really, but for Landru it was different. He considering fighting to be the most pure expression of self one could muster, no bullshit, just doing whatever you had to. "The next time I see you, I won't give you an easy out. We're even after this, understand? I don't owe you anymore and you don't owe me, don't forget that. From here on out we're enemies, same as we should be." His eyes were wide, scanning over the area before sinking into Vicktaur's gaze, a rapid movement that made him look as paranoid as he felt. "You're a good kid, it's a shame what happened between us. You would have made a good Marine." He let the words linger before pushing him away in the opposite direction of the search party. "You have twenty-four hours, that's all I can give you."

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It seemed like the roles had reversed on Vicktur. Last time he and Landru met the Revolutionary jad told the Giant the exact same thing; next time they met he would put an end to him. Not only did he end up sufferung defeat at the hands of the very same person, but his words were now being used against him. He was feeling very bitter at the moment, he couldnt deny. Up to this point he had chosen his opponents wisely. For the most part he won out in the end against most of the Marines he had crossed blades with. But this time he managed to lose by the skin of his teeth. He matched Landru's intensity as he stared unwavering back at the Giant. I'm not sure what the hell you owe me for, but its not im my nature to look a gift horse in the mouth. maybe it was the ethanol bath? Or maybe it was because he fed a starving man who had practically given up on life. Either way, Vicktur never expected for it to come back around in his favor. For someone who wasnt keen on charity he lucked out by giving it.

Of course at the time he didnt see it as such. As far as he was concerned he was feeding the man who would navigate him to the New World. And while it pissed him off when Landru refused after all their negotiations it also opened the door for him to learn the skill for himself. Now he needed no one to help his crew navigate to their destination. Thank You... the words were suprisingly easy to say, given that his enemy was the one he said them to. He left Landru in that place and headed towards Yomi. He really needed a doctor right about now.

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He left quickly, pulling the choice away from him, putting what was once in the future into the past. It was an etch into his history that he could never change, it was who he was now, a portion of his person, a segment down in his history. From now on out he was Landru, the one who let the kind go instead of Landru with the perfect record. Did he do the right thing? He didn't know, it could be, there was no real way for him to be sure. Who knows, it wasn't for him to linger on, he had things to do, a life to live, focusing in the past wasn't going to do anything to help that. Looking for his shirt around him for his shirt, he was reminded by the shred of cloth, showing him what was left of his precious garment. "Fucking kid, god damn it." His hands moved down to his side, pushing down on the wound at the side of his belly. A spray of bubbled blood fired out, staining his hand with a trickle of scarlet. He would need to find a medic, someone to tend to his wounds. It would have to be the official Marine camp, that way when they asked back about it he would have the records to match up with what it was that he had told the Marine from prior, thus keeping his story together as one collected unit of the English language.

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