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Victor landed onto the island, removing his parachute and approaching a nearby cliff The waves sent white sea foam splashing up to the sheer edges as Victor tossed the likely useless parachute over the edge, watching it disappear into the seafoam as he scanned his surroundings. Thankfully the drop had been a smooth one and no one was around to instantly get the drop on him. Looking up at the helicopter he dropped from Victor sighed.
“You know, for someone who is all about no expense, why is he still using helicopters and airdrops when he clearly has teleporters, and this world has interplanetary travel with ships. Did he spend too much on the wine he sucks at drinking? I guess we will never know.” Victor chuckled to himself as he moved away from the cliffs, not wanting someone to get an easy victory and just throw him over the edge.
Taking stock Victor sorted through the supplies, some of the godawful field meals that tended to hit the stomach with all the subtlety of Ahana on a murder spree. Water, probably the second most important thing in the pack and finally his weapon… Where was the weapon?
Pulling out what appeared to be a standard container Victor closed his eyes holding the bridge of his nose.
“Ok, What in Diablo’s burning underverse is this? Who knows, maybe when opened it heals all wounds or summons that creepy guy with the mask from a few years back. Shame if it doesn’t, violent shy boys certainly qualify for my strike zone” Victor said, licking his lips as he packed away his supplies.
“Well, may as well see just what the collar will allow this time. If only I had a target to test...”
Hopping out of its hole came a rabbit, its eyes darting around as it watched out for predators. It hopped forward slowly, nibbling on blades of grass as it went. The emperor sighed as he turned to his side, keeping the bunny inside his view whilst pretending to ignore the creature.
Much like the mouse, a rabbit had been a cause of much embarrassment, managing to avoid his weakened state all those years ago. Now just behind the rabbit’s burrow, Victor kneeled down, the salty wind blowing through the assassins hair as his hands felt the dew-covered grass beneath his fingers. Bursting forwards with frightening speed the rabbit let out a loud screech as it was caught out in the open, trying to rush away Victor adjusted his trajectory and landed a picture-perfect sliding tackle, a loud crunch filling the air.
Scampering to a standing position Victor placed his foot onto the neck of the struggling bunny, the two-inch heel on the back of his boot holding it in place. “You know, I probably should let it go, have a little bit of mercy. But no, vermin like you cause enough problems, plus probably taste better than the MREs.”
The rabbit eventually stopped struggling, awaiting its cruel fate as it stared up at Victor.
“Dang it rabbit, when you look at me like that you remind me of my daughter, so sweet, and short.”
Victor brought the heel of his boot backwards as he crushed the bunnies windpipe with a snap.
“And if she ever allowed herself to end up in such a bad position I might have to kill her for embarrassing the family name!”
Wiping some of the gore from his shoe Victor chucked the carcass of the rabbit into his backpack and looked at his weapon.
“Why after that you could almost say I am a R rated superstar”
“You know, for someone who is all about no expense, why is he still using helicopters and airdrops when he clearly has teleporters, and this world has interplanetary travel with ships. Did he spend too much on the wine he sucks at drinking? I guess we will never know.” Victor chuckled to himself as he moved away from the cliffs, not wanting someone to get an easy victory and just throw him over the edge.
Taking stock Victor sorted through the supplies, some of the godawful field meals that tended to hit the stomach with all the subtlety of Ahana on a murder spree. Water, probably the second most important thing in the pack and finally his weapon… Where was the weapon?
Pulling out what appeared to be a standard container Victor closed his eyes holding the bridge of his nose.
“Ok, What in Diablo’s burning underverse is this? Who knows, maybe when opened it heals all wounds or summons that creepy guy with the mask from a few years back. Shame if it doesn’t, violent shy boys certainly qualify for my strike zone” Victor said, licking his lips as he packed away his supplies.
“Well, may as well see just what the collar will allow this time. If only I had a target to test...”
Hopping out of its hole came a rabbit, its eyes darting around as it watched out for predators. It hopped forward slowly, nibbling on blades of grass as it went. The emperor sighed as he turned to his side, keeping the bunny inside his view whilst pretending to ignore the creature.
Much like the mouse, a rabbit had been a cause of much embarrassment, managing to avoid his weakened state all those years ago. Now just behind the rabbit’s burrow, Victor kneeled down, the salty wind blowing through the assassins hair as his hands felt the dew-covered grass beneath his fingers. Bursting forwards with frightening speed the rabbit let out a loud screech as it was caught out in the open, trying to rush away Victor adjusted his trajectory and landed a picture-perfect sliding tackle, a loud crunch filling the air.
Scampering to a standing position Victor placed his foot onto the neck of the struggling bunny, the two-inch heel on the back of his boot holding it in place. “You know, I probably should let it go, have a little bit of mercy. But no, vermin like you cause enough problems, plus probably taste better than the MREs.”
The rabbit eventually stopped struggling, awaiting its cruel fate as it stared up at Victor.
“Dang it rabbit, when you look at me like that you remind me of my daughter, so sweet, and short.”
Victor brought the heel of his boot backwards as he crushed the bunnies windpipe with a snap.
“And if she ever allowed herself to end up in such a bad position I might have to kill her for embarrassing the family name!”
Wiping some of the gore from his shoe Victor chucked the carcass of the rabbit into his backpack and looked at his weapon.
“Why after that you could almost say I am a R rated superstar”