roaming around, bored, but with his guns at arm's reach, staring at random buildings and trying to get some work done.

follows the trail of blood Natalia left behind until he reaches the end. He then scouts out the general area until he comes across a likely_

looking person. He takes note of the fact that the man has two guns before calling out. "Pryvet, comrade! I am new in town and I am afraid_

that I have gotten a bit lost... Perhaps you could help?" He smiles, faking an innocence he cannot truthfully claim to posses.

turns around, faking a smile that is like his in many ways. "Oh, ja!" he laughs, tugging his coat so his guns are hidden, walking a bit

closer to the man. "Welcome to town...Have I seen you before? You look familiar... Still what can I help you with?" hums, a bit paranoid.

holds up his hand innocently, gun hidden beneath his coat. "I'm afraid that I cannot recall any meeting between the two of us. Although I_

am said to have 'one of those faces,' da? I'm looking for an old friend of mine who I have heard lives in this area... I have not seen him_

in quite awhile, but I do know that he would be working as a hunter..."

blinks, pouting a bit. "Ah..I see... I'm terribly sorry, mister, but I'm afraid I don't know any hunter around...How does he looks like?"

for a second. "It is hard to say, da? It has been many years, and somehow when we met up he never looked the same twice... Who knows, even_

you could be my friend?" He laughs, an oddly disconcerting sound despite his amiable outward appearance. "I do believe I never got your_

name though..."

smiles. "Hm, I'm afraid not... I've been living here for all my life, and I don't really recall you now..." bite his lower lip, before

offering him a hand. "Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Lars. Lars Thortensen." hums, still smiling.

frowns a bit, but the look is quickly replaced by his normal smile. "It is nice to meet you. I am Nicolas Kouptchinski. I hope we can be_

friends as well."

nods. "Oh, we surely will, man!" curls his hand back a bit, before giving a sound slap on his shoulder. "Say, Nicolas, anything else you

want from me?" asks, worried "Because, I need to head back home, my wife must be worried by now..."

blinks, taken aback. Somehow, this man does not seem the type to have a wife. "Nyet, nyet, go home to your wife, comrade. I can search_

elsewhere. It was a pleasure to meet you." He grabs the other man's left hand to shake.

shakes his hand with pretty much the same strenght. "Oh, thank you... She is a fiery lady, said one more day late, and she'd kick me off!"

blurts out, worried, before quickly turning back and, waving at him, starts to walk down the street.

quiet for a moment, then calls after him. "Say comrade... why do you not wear a ring... If you are so devoted?" He silently pulls out a gun_

and hides it behind his back, just in case.

stops, turning around. "I lost my ring earlier at work...You see, I work at Steam Industries, on the 'cleaning' sector..." looks down,

pulling the helpless citzen stereotype. "I'm sorry, it felt down on one of the canes.. Please, I beg you, man, let me go, she'll kill me.."

waves his hands in front of him, taking a step back, panting a bit.

looks at him, eyes completely guarded and unreadable. "Now that you mention it, I find it odd that a member of the 'cleaning' sector would_

carry two guns with him..." He brings out his own gun from behind his back and trains it on Niels with practiced ease, advancing on the_

other. "Perhaps it is time we told the truth, da?" he states coldly, almost threateningly.

keeps playing his role, gasping and taking another step back. "I..You don't know how this city is...She...she'll kill me! She's one of them,

sir, one of them." moves his hands to his hair, his eyes completely desperate, pupils dilated in clear paranoid. He looked totally out of

himself. "Let me go, stop it!"

does not relent. "I know you are lying comrade. Let's start out easy. What is your real name?"

pauses, his desperate face quickly changing to a muderous face, stirring up, all his 'normal citzen' vanishing to give place to a more than

arrogant hunter. "Niels Sørensen!" snarls proudly as he takes his guns, smirk widening. "And you, Nicolas?"

's smile widens and becomes something entirely evil. "Ah Niel, you say? It seems i have found my friend after all!" He fires off a couple_

shots directly at Niel.

dodges them, jumping out of the way before he fires some back. "Oh, you were after me so..." laughs. "Mind if I know why?"

anticipates this, quickly ducking into a nearby alley before returning fire. "My name is Ivan Braginiski, comrade," he calls out pleasantly_

"You do not know me, but perhaps you have met my sister, Natalia?"

jumps out of the way again, dashing towards the alley. "Oh, I see, Soviet, then!" laughs, shooting. "Ah, yes, lovely, she is, trying to kill

me and pulling fight out of nothing! I think she likes me, actually..." gives another loud laugh, still shooting.

quickly fires of around at Niels as he advances. "I am sure my sister has a good reason for wanting you dead." He laughs. "I know I do. And_

I certainly think his much better than the likes of you, bastard." He slips his hand in his coat, grabbing a knife just in case Niels gets_

within range.

stops, shooting at him from close range, gritting his teeth. "She is mad! I don't know what has gotten into her, but she has fun pissing me

off!" snarls.

ducks and aims low, clipping Niels on the thigh. "Mad?" he asks, mirth mixing with and ice cold near hiss. "If you think she is mad, you_

have seen nothing yet, comrade."

shoots his head and jumps off, glad that his monkey self taught him some tricks. He gets a hold of a stair, inside the alley, and climbs on

it, swinging among stairs, bars, clothes and pipes as he keeps shooting down, laughing loudly.

quickly dashes for cover, grabbing the lid of a nearby trashcan as an impromptu shield of sorts. He feels the blood trickling down the side_

of his head and counts himself lucky that the shot just grazed him. He tilts the lid up a bit and takes aim at the man as best he can,_

carelessly firing off rounds and just hoping one will hit.

dodging them with ease so far, some shots only ripping his clothes. He keeps laughing, as if making fun of him, while he keeps shooting down

without mercy or techinique.

knows he's being toyed with and it pisses him off. He dashes to the fire escape, grabs ahold of the bottom stair, reaching it with some_

ease, due to his height. He clambers up and returns fire, able to aim more properly now that they are closer to the same level.

starts to climb up, returning the fire, sometimes throwing clothes, even panties, at him, staying 'out of range' again.

not amused when girls' underwear hits him in the face. He follows Niels up, brushing aside clothes that make it hard for him to see. He_

counts himself lucky that the metal bars of the fire escape seem to be making it hard for the other man to hit him. Other than his head_

wound he only has a few holes in his coat to show for their battle.

some cuts, but nothing serious, he's still better than the soviet. Keeps climbing up, throwing clothes down then shooting.

himself starting to tire. He hisses in pain as a bullet strikes him in the shoulder, but he keeps going up, up, up... Soon we'll reach the_

roof, he thinks to himself.

laughs, pausing and moving to the side, changing his range. He's also a bit tired, but can more than shoot to save his ass.

takes advantage of the pause, using it to climb up even faster. Even with his shoulder hurt like this, he can shoot and stab, and that has_

never yet let him down. He pauses directly below Niels to fire a few shots up at him before continuing his climb.

jumps to the side, moving horizontally this time, climbing to the next building and next, going back to shoot and laugh at him.

curses under his breath and Russian. He's forced to admit that he's out of practice. He dashes up the fire escape to the roof and fires_

down at Niels, jumping from rooftop to rooftop in order to keep up.

chirps up at him. "Awwww, tired, babe?" laughs, shooting up and still moving, using the bars and clothes to protect himself from his

shoots.

laughs darkly. "Hardly, sweetheart, I'm just getting started. He makes a sudden lunge forward so Niels is directly beneath him and lets all_

hell fly loose, firing with reckless abandon.

breaks a window and barges inside, that being the best way to avoid him. "Then bring it up, dear, I can handle alll niight loong!"

jumps down onto the fire escape and fires a few rounds through the window, hoping to get a shot at Niels's retreating back. "Don't worry,_

love, I'll make you hurt so bad it's feels good so you'll scream for more.

curls down, ducking behind a table he kicked down, shooting at him. "Talking like that you get me so turned on, love, I can't wait!" grins,

shooting all he can.

still outside the window, using the ledge for cover. "Oh, baby, you have no idea how much I want this," he purrs, one hand on his gun_

shooting like mad and the other searching his coat pockets for something he can use to give him the upper hand.

takes a granade, swinging it and wiking at him. "Yeah? Why don't we start with some toys, then, love?" purrs back, throwing the granade and

dashing off.

's eyes widen with fear as the grenade lands next to him. He jumps through the window, overturning a couch. Huddling under it, he pulls the_

couch back as far at it will go until the blast rips through his body. He hisses in pain, remaining under his improptu shelter, waiting.

laughs loudly, waiting for the explosion to end before going after him, shooting widly and smirking. "Aw, am I going to harsh on you, babe?

Whine if it hurts yeah? Or I'll keep going..." changes his tone from an overly happy and flity one to a dark one, shooting the couch.

bites his lip, to keep his cry of pain in as he feels a bullet bite into his back. He's losing... But he can't lose! He won't lose... This_

bastard... he's going to kill him, no matter the cost to himself. And with that decision, insanity clouds his mind, dulling the pain and_

removing all inhibitions. "Oh, don't worry, pet," he giggles from beneath the couch. "I can keep you satisfied all night, till you can't_

take it anymore." With that, he shove the couch off himself in Niels general direction. He runs after it, letting bullets fly loose.

sweating heavily. "Oh, really, bitch?" he raises his voice slowly, until the other jumps out of the couch. "Fanden!" he hisses, running back

away, some bullets hitting him before he kicks a door open and jumps from a window. "Then bring it, because I'm not even dipping yet!" roars

at him, firing wildly back, using both guns.

hit in the chest, but doesn't even notice. He ducks to the side but doesn't stop advancing toward Niels. "Don't worry, slut, once I have my_

way with you, you'll be moaning like a two cent whore!" he half laughs, half yells at Niels. He pulls a knife from his belt and throws it_

at Niels with deadly accuracy, then resumes firing.

jumped on the last second and is hit on his shoulder, taking a step back and roaring with the pain, panting before firing at him. "Promises

are all I see!" he hisses, narrowing his eyes at him. "C'mon, no other tricks?" pouts, taking the knife out and throwing back at him

shooting still, not matter how hurt he is.

simply laughs, dodging his own knife then picking up a table and flinging it at him with ease, almost as if it didn't even weigh a thing._

While the table flies in from the front, he uses the distraction to flank him, coming in from the side, guns blazing, bullets raining down_

hard and heavy. "All you had to do was ask," he yells, an insane laughter dancing about his voice and in his eyes.

narrows his eyes, curling into a ball and dodging the table, yelling a curse as he gets hit on his arm, one gun almost falling befor he sets

it on his belt, arm bleeding. However, his other arm is fine, and he keeps shooting with it. "I had to ask?! Can't even do your job right..

You low class bitch!" hisses, throwing another granade at him before he dashes out again, turning to another street.

ducks th grenade and follows him at an almost inhuman pace, completely unfazed as it explodes behind him. "Ah, ah, ah," he laughs. "I'm_

the one who came looking for you, little slut. Why should I do anything for your benefit when I only came for me?

" He throws another knife at Niels back, shooting as he slowly catches up.

smirks. "Little tease, because that way I can play around better!" jumps out of the way, zig-zagging his way to another ally, sending fire

back as he wonder what the fuck is going on with the guy...

's voice grows louder as the intensity of the insanity in his words increases. "Learn the trade, bitch. You can't fuck someone properly_

with out a bit of teasing first." He pulls a grenade out of his pocket and pulls the pin, counting in his head, then throwing it past_

Niels. It explodes before it even hits the ground, sending shockwaves back into the other man's face. As soon as the grenade it thrown, the_

gun is back in his hands, shooting off round after round.

doesn't know if he'll last much longer, the guy is insane! He starts to run again, althought he's already panting, charging his gun again

then going back to fire down at him like crazy, hoping the rain of bullets will work.

ducks behind a trash can, reloading his gun, waiting for the torrent to end. Growing bored with his inability to fight back, he produces_

another grenade and nonchalantly rolls it toward Niels.

gasps, still running down. cursing until he throws himself down to avoid the explosion, curling into a ball and only going back to fire at

him once it ends, cursing him loudly in Danish.

takes complete advantage of his prone form, firing like the mad man he is, laughing insanely. He senses that the other man is tiring, and_

ready to deliver the final blow at any moment, once he's had his fun playing with his prey first.

*first.

((wait, are you really going to kill him? I like my character alive.. T-T)) looks up at him, slowly standing up, firing back as he can, no

more granades to shoot, but still determined to win this. "FUCKER!" he roars, shooting before he goes back to running away.

((no, no worries... Just because Ivan can't feel the pain doesn't mean it won't break him down. =3 ))

((ooooh~!))

laughs, and starts to give chase before he feels his feet start to get heavy. He attempts to move his shoulder, but finds it impossible._

Suddenly, he's brought back down to earth from his cloud of insanity. "Shit," he moans, turning with all intentions of getting the fuck out_

of there. He's going to pass out soon, he knows and he does not want to be left at that man's mercy. He tries to remember... the clinic_

from yesterday... Main Street.... her... He takes off in what he hopes is the right direction.

aims at his back, his last shoot before he collapses on the floor, panting exausted, laying down there helplessly until he gather a bit of

strength to leave.