As Jr made his way along, he turned a rumpled-up print out of directions in his hands. He'd scribbled a few notes, attempts to correct what appeared to be outdated information, but if anything he was getting himself more lost for it.
There was supposed to be an antique store with one hell of a reputation somewhere in the narrow back streets of the city, but so far nothing looked promising. Dingy little windows and cloying smoke billowing from doorways didn't draw his interest in the slightest, and suggested a line of business he wanted no part of. Scuffing his shoe against the pavement, he huffed out a sigh and turned back toward a more populous avenue.
If anything, maybe one of the businesses there could point him in the right direction. He wanted to pick something up for Yeshua and he wasn't getting a damn thing done like this.
Turning a corner, he paused at the sight of several goons circling around one guy with a sword. Jr might've commented on the fact that they weren't in a Kurasawa flick, but he saved it, ducking back behind the corner. Shoving the useless directions in his pocket, he unholstered his pistols and took another look.
The guy was clearly outnumbered, and unless he was some kind of demon, bringing a knife however large to a gun-fight with no backup was a bad idea. Of course, he had a good idea of who was instigating this conflict.
Just another reason he hated these mafia types.
With that thought in mind, he strode out into plain view, pulling back hammers with one step and aiming with another. "You thugs really are shameless, ganging up on a guy. Or are you so pathetic it takes that many of you to take on a single person?"
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There was supposed to be an antique store with one hell of a reputation somewhere in the narrow back streets of the city, but so far nothing looked promising. Dingy little windows and cloying smoke billowing from doorways didn't draw his interest in the slightest, and suggested a line of business he wanted no part of. Scuffing his shoe against the pavement, he huffed out a sigh and turned back toward a more populous avenue.
If anything, maybe one of the businesses there could point him in the right direction. He wanted to pick something up for Yeshua and he wasn't getting a damn thing done like this.
Turning a corner, he paused at the sight of several goons circling around one guy with a sword. Jr might've commented on the fact that they weren't in a Kurasawa flick, but he saved it, ducking back behind the corner. Shoving the useless directions in his pocket, he unholstered his pistols and took another look.
The guy was clearly outnumbered, and unless he was some kind of demon, bringing a knife however large to a gun-fight with no backup was a bad idea. Of course, he had a good idea of who was instigating this conflict.
Just another reason he hated these mafia types.
With that thought in mind, he strode out into plain view, pulling back hammers with one step and aiming with another. "You thugs really are shameless, ganging up on a guy. Or are you so pathetic it takes that many of you to take on a single person?"