>>| listen. .i need you to turn .on your .imagination. .i know .it’s hard, but .i promise, .it will be .a banger. so, .it starts with .a bar, walls made from wood .and floors concrete. a lone bartender cleaning .up glasses, with some folks .in the .edges .of the room, sitting .and drinking their booze. but that silence .is broken, by .a tall muscular figure, who busts the doors .open wide. boots do the clinging .as .eyes .are turning .on to him. the crowd .is silent, but the questions .about this person .arises .into the .air. he sits .into the center .and gives .a .one-finger .up. no words, yet the bartender goes with his duty .and brings .a mug .of fermented grain liquid. .only .after getting his drink, he reveals the colors. .indigo. .a man so tall .and quite high .in quadrant may have business .in this place. .and .it .arrives. shortly .after, .another figure .appears. but to .all surprise this .one .is .all .open. no hidings, no capes .or hoods. goldblooded troll with .eyes flickering between cyan .and red. .instead .of greeting .or .approaching, he growls .and shoots with physic powers .into the new client. he misses, barely scratching the back .of the neck. .it's .on. our tall friend jumps .out .of his seat .and takes .an .aggressive .approach, quickly closing the distance gap. .and he gets .interrupted with .another shot. straight through the shoulder. he grabs .onto his wound, trying to hold the bleeding. then he hears .a giggling. “not so tough? midblood wimp.” the rage, the fury. blood pusher starts to pump .in rapid pace. moreover, the face .of the goldblood? .it beckons to be mutilated. .it begs to be “fixed”. “you thinkpanfucker… .i’ll squash your .oculars .and make .a trophy .out .of you”. .indigo makes .a second .attempt. the psychic tries to .evade, but no .avail. he gets grabbed like .a plushie .and slams through the doors, ruining the .entrance passage. .at this point, he could stop .and continue the fight right .outside the .enterprise, but he cannot. he .is .out .of control .and rams to the forest. “let go you freak!” cries .out .as he tries to fire .again, but the pain .is too much. seconds later, .a crash .into the tree .occurs. both .of their .eyes .are filled with red .and .only. the .anger .in both .of them .is filled to the brim… and .after they black pailing. sorry, but my thinkpan .is fried from .all men kissing. #violence #fight #romance #pitch