Having a solid head-start and moving at a good clip out of anger and a surprisingly emotional response, Reno was a good distance from Makishima by the time the green-haired man figured himself out. He stalked down the street and alleys with uncommon fury; not a lot of things got the usually unflappable man angry, but his rage - directed at himself - was palpable.
Unfortunately it wasn't enough to stop a trio of drunk bully-boys from stumbling out of the shadows and trying to start something with him. He was not in the mood. Not at all. When the first one lurched forward, Reno didn't even pause to consider his strength or the fact that the malcontents were fairly harmless.
He beat them bloody. There was no mercy, no patience, no fun to be had. They were in his way and he wanted to leave before he didn't something really fuckin' gay, like cry. He was at the level of angry where he was pissed at everyone, pissed about everything. Stupid him for being a weak ass punk bitch. He should have just hit it and quit it, of course. Dumb as hell for getting invested. Domestic bliss was for idealistic kids like Cloud and Tifa. He should have known better.
He repeated bitter mantras of self-deprecation in his head as he took normal human men - some fairly larger than himself - and flung them about as casually as a child would a doll. He took one by the back of his shirt and pants, lifting him clear overhead and spun, throwing him so hard into the freight door across the alley that the metal bent inward. When they stopped moving, or at least stopped coming after him - it took less than a minute - Reno pulled all his cash out of his wallet and threw it in the air. No need for currency of that world anymore, he reminded himself.
Stalking around the corner to close the gap between himself and the portal that went home, Reno left no end of stomp-crushed garbage bins and punch-bent dumpsters in his wake. At least he knew as soon as he went through the portal there would be a good fight on the other side. He needed to kill something and drunk assholes wouldn't do.
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Unfortunately it wasn't enough to stop a trio of drunk bully-boys from stumbling out of the shadows and trying to start something with him. He was not in the mood. Not at all. When the first one lurched forward, Reno didn't even pause to consider his strength or the fact that the malcontents were fairly harmless.
He beat them bloody. There was no mercy, no patience, no fun to be had. They were in his way and he wanted to leave before he didn't something really fuckin' gay, like cry. He was at the level of angry where he was pissed at everyone, pissed about everything. Stupid him for being a weak ass punk bitch. He should have just hit it and quit it, of course. Dumb as hell for getting invested. Domestic bliss was for idealistic kids like Cloud and Tifa. He should have known better.
He repeated bitter mantras of self-deprecation in his head as he took normal human men - some fairly larger than himself - and flung them about as casually as a child would a doll. He took one by the back of his shirt and pants, lifting him clear overhead and spun, throwing him so hard into the freight door across the alley that the metal bent inward. When they stopped moving, or at least stopped coming after him - it took less than a minute - Reno pulled all his cash out of his wallet and threw it in the air. No need for currency of that world anymore, he reminded himself.
Stalking around the corner to close the gap between himself and the portal that went home, Reno left no end of stomp-crushed garbage bins and punch-bent dumpsters in his wake. At least he knew as soon as he went through the portal there would be a good fight on the other side. He needed to kill something and drunk assholes wouldn't do.