Okay. All right. So. Whether you like this person, love them, hate them, tolerate them - someone else has disrespected them in a way you can't abide by. Friends, family, lover, enemy, it doesn't matter. You're rarin' mad and ready to tussle with somebody in their honor. Maybe they can't do it themselves. Maybe they like watching you do it. Maybe they don't care and you're making a scene. What's the deal?
WHO ARE YOU PROTECTING?
1. FRIEND You're friends. Of course you want to protect them. 2. FOE You hate each other. But sure as hell you're not going to let someone ELSE talk shit on them. 3. LOVER Someone betrayed your lover's (or lovers', we don't judge here) honor! TIME TO FIGHT. 4. FAMILY Protecting your family is natural, isn't it? 5. STRANGER You don't know them, but someone is being awful to them. Fix it. 6. OTHER Who else? I dunno, we're not the cops.
REVENGE METHOD
1. ARGUMENT Use your words to deliver a righteous smackdown. 2. FIGHT Or like, use your fists to deliver a righteous smackdown. 3. MURDER Woah dude, maybe calm down a little. 4. PETTY Little tricks, pranks, whatever. Make their life hell. But quietly.
As always, these are just suggestions. Make up anything you want, as long as you're having fun!
For all his time working in the palace, Nyx had not had reason nor cause to come to the top deck. He wasn't here for anything other than guard duty and thankfully Drautos had not given specifics of who was to be guarded, by whom, or where to stand. That meant Nyx was free to put his back to the giant aquarium to observe the party. Otherwise? He would have been staring at it the whole time, lost in the giant sea creatures and shimmer of the lights of the whole city reflected off the tall glass.
Insomnia had a great many sights, many of which he'd seen but most of which he hadn't. Nyx took his position in the Kingsglaive very seriously, maybe too seriously some would say, those same fellow Glaives who teasingly called him a hero. If being a hero meant doing the right thing, a hero he would be. Nyx wasn't quite so full of himself to think of it in those terms exactly, but he knew he was the best on his team. The reason for that wasn't altruistic though and whenever he thought of his sister, being a hero was not at all on his mind.
The Princess came and spoke with him a minute after which Nyx gave her the hairpin, and then she was off to mingle with the signing ceremony's more auspicious attendees. Nyx watched her a moment before his eyes went back to scanning the crowd. Again and again his gaze fixated on a creature surely as exotic and strange as those in the aquarium behind him. Nyx could only guess at who the man was, with his over-the-top clothing and grandiose gesticulations as he spoke to various people. While he assumed this was someone from Niflheim, he really didn't know.
During one of these moments Nyx was caught off his game with staring at the man, he observed someone getting heated as they spoke to the stranger. Nyx narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around the party before deciding he should investigate before anything got out of hand. Amid the clamor of conversation, tinkling glasses of wine, and music his boots were silent as they approached the pair.
[ He knows that honor is important to Hanzo. He usually lets the man fight his own battles. He would never take that from the man. But there are times when Reinhardt simply can't leave well enough alone. When those ghosts from the man's past comes calling. That's when he acts.He would never allow anyone to bad mouth the archer in his presence. Nor will he let the assassins come after his bowman. . Hanzo has worked too hard and fought too long to get away from all of that and he's not going to let them ever take him back.
It's irony in a way. A knight protecting a dragon but this is one dragon that Reinhardt would die to protect. But there he is in a Hanamura tea house. He's there out of his armor and without his hammer but he's all that stands between his Dragon and those assassins. He even goes so far as to announce himself to them as if that might slow them enough for the former yakuza to find his way out. ]
I AM REINHARDT WILHELM AND I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO HARM HIM!
[He was wounded: The blood seeped through the kunai slashes that they'd managed to land on him. Luckily it wasn't going to slow him down for long. There were several arrows sticking in various places of the tea house's wall, and the assassins evidently had had a very difficult time with him even despite their intended goal. He knew it was folly to come to this place, as it was a den of his enemies and his home, no longer.
But still he stopped at nothing to come, and each year, to honor the memory of his fallen brother, whose death he had regretted. No matter if he was still alive, Hanzo still came with his incense, and his offerings to the dead.
Honor was always important, but Reinhardt's presence was something he had not expected, and his declaration to protect the dragon-tattooed Shimada even less.
He had, admittedly, become cornered, and had almost succumbed...but here the knight was standing up in front of him.
"Hah. What can one old man do?" They declared. A fatal mistake, surely. Hanzo stared at Reinhardt's back, and while they were distracted, managed to notch his stormbow, and let loose another arrow past Reinhardt's shoulder to the man in front of him. It went in a spray of blood as it pierced his throat.]
Choke...on those words.
[Hanzo hissed to the man as he fell and gurgled, dying there in a pool of his own blood. He had been dishonorable in his fight, so Hanzo saw it fit to make him pay for it. But that was the last bit of energy he had. And there were more of them...]
How many of these had he attended in the past? How droll and diplomatically painful for everyone that conceded to such notions! The tension was palatable, however, and his glass of champagne was second at best. Until the spill of the man’s drink through his words came pouring out with true sustenance! “I dare say you’re cross with me…?” Ardyn stated not at all with discomfort, but for amusement!
He had been drawn into the conversation by an eager representative of the orphan charity that had quite the influx of youth newly orphaned by the unkind war. “My heart surely aches for those children, I detest the thought of children having to grow up too fast for the loss of their caretakers.. truly.” Or at least it sounded quite nice.
The man did not seem sated in the least and took a jab at Ardyn with a distasteful bitter comment.
“Oh!” Ardyn responded, shock forming his expression, “I assure you, sir, I mean every bit of word.. that is why we are here, to close this ruptured vein and give peace to those so long without it..” Ardyn then noticed a man walking their way—
Oho—it was not just any man! It was a man of the prestige Kingsglaive! “Oh, hullo!” He was all smiles. Which seemed to only infuriate his previous conversation partner.
“You Nifs don’t mean a damn word you say!” The charitable representative boldly offered with that champagne heavy scent to his breath.
[ He keeps his body between the attackers and Hanzo behind him. He's so tall and so wide that he takes up pretty much all the door. He had had to duck to even get into the building but now he uses his size to his advantage. He uses it and he trusts the man behind him not to shoot him.
He feels the press of the wind as that arrow sails right next to his face but he doesn't flinch. He doesn't even look back. No. His enemies are forward. And he's going to show them just what one old man could do. What one old knight could do when he was guarding something precious to him.
Blood splatters across him, streaking red though his beard. There is more red blooming on his body from those pitiful ninja weapons. It's the wind and the mountain and this time the mountain was going to win.
He lets out a roar, the battle yell of a Crusader, the cry of a Blood Knight about to wade into the thing he loves most and he starts his battle. Fists swinging in the same wide heavy arc as his hammer might and hitting just as hard. He cares not if those he hits never get back up. Nor does he care about his huge muscles getting more and more littered with little stars and sharp cuts.
Still one might get the better of him. But only because as strong as he is and as skilled as he is, he's still blind one one side. He's always going to be vulnerable on his left. He manages to pin that one with his shoulder, though there is now a wakizashi buried in his bicep and a crushed assassin against the wall. ]
It was Chairman Ardio, one of the more wealthy business owners in Insomnia who had been vocal about his protests against the peace treaty. While most of Insomnia was uncertain, Ardio had profits in mind and somehow that made people listen to him even less. Nyx's brows furrowed the softest bit as he took in the stranger's face now that they were closer to one another, though he was soon turning his eyes to Ardio.
He was drunk, obviously, and this was supposed to be a peaceful party. Nyx spoke as gently and kindly to the old man as he could. "I think you've had enough to drink, Chairman."
"I shall drink myself to death if I must, perhaps then I shall be heard!" Ardio protested loudly. "This damn vagabond, no better than common street thugs, the lot of them, I won't stand for it, I won't!"
Nyx couldn't help the irritated expression on his face as he placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "This is not the time, or the place. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
Ardio shoved Nyx's hand from off his shoulder and shoved at his arm for good measure. "This thief-in-the-night gets to stay and not myself? He's a--"
"Don't," Nyx said lower, with no patience left in the tone. "One more insult and I will throw you out, Chairman. Don't make me do that. Leave on your own and leave your champagne glass behind.
Ardyn watched with fast interest as one of the finest guards came to his defense! Despite the trivial circumstances that brought him here, he truly had minded himself with the best of care! Ruffling the feathers of a poor damned soul was no fun, rather, it was more fun ruffling the hope-lit feathers of fire in their span of just and safety! Ardyn had to bring himself down just a level less he get ahead of himself! It was exciting though, the events that would unfold and the pieces aligned that were meant to move in his favor. Oh, yes, in his favor indeed.
Ardio was right to live it up while he still could. Ardyn did not deny the chairman his heated moment to burn bright before he would diffuse into a pathetic memoire of smoke tendrils.
Ah, what a night! Ardyn brought his own champagne glass to his lips and sipped at it before he lowered it with newfound interest once Ardio was requested to leave his behind! Could this champagne glass hold a candle to Insomnia's Crystal? Meh, no. Ardyn lowered his glass to his stomach and watched as Ardio was threatened with such a weighty undertone from the guard.
"There, there... No need for such callousness! We're here for celebration, for unity, for brotherhood!" And as if he'd made a glorious toast he brought his champagne back to his lips for a satisfying sip.
[Although he did not wish to bring ruin upon his ally unintentionally, there was no helping the fact that Reinhardt had also become their enemy. Because of this, Hanzo fought with his injured body to secure his strength once more. As Reinhardt pummeled body after body, and killer after killer, Hanzo began to notch arrow after arrow, before he held his bow straight and sure. He knew the power would come forth from his body, and from his tattoo, the ki charging up nicely as his ultimate sprang forth from his final arrow.]
Ryuu ga waga teki wo kurau!
[Hanzo declared as he planted his feet firmly spread apart, sending death upon the remainder of the foes that were trying to come in from the left side where Reinhardt was most vulnerable.
It would repay the debt he owed to the knight who protected and safeguarded his life, he hoped. The injuries they both sustained would need to be attended to, and without a healer, they were on their own.
Seeing how Reinhardt was nearly covered in gashes himself now, it was far worse than what Hanzo himself had sustained. The older man was always quite stubborn about upholding the point, as well as securing whoever may have been under his care.]
"Bastard!" the Chairman retorted to the idea of brotherhood or unit. "You bastard! I should push you off this roof myself!"
Nyx sighed softly, acceptance for this settling on his features as he moved his hands on the old man again and began trying to pull the champagne glass away at the same time urging him away from the stranger. Ardio was having none of that, and he shoved weakly at the Glaive's chest. "And you, you're no better! Bastards, all of you, for allowing this filth in here!"
"And you think he King is filth, is that it?" Nyx had lost his composure and began arguing back. "You are the one breaking the peace here, not this man. Your drunken ramblings will avail you nothing here, Ardio, go home to your wife and make peace with your King's wishes!"
"The King has abandoned us!" Ardio wailed loudly enough that nearly everyone in this vicinity of the party stopped their conversations to gawk. Nyx tugged on the man and looked around for another guard on duty to help him. It was too late however, as the businessman splashed his champagne in the stranger's face. Finally another guard took notice and a moment later the two of them dragged Ardio from the party.
Nyx left the guard with the Chairman and hurried back to the stranger, grabbing up a few silk linen napkins on the way by a table. Nyx offered the man a napkin with one hand while his other busied itself with dabbing at the front of the outrageous jacket he wore. "He makes quite the impression," Nyx offered as way of a non-apology.
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