A Grand Betrayal [Antoine]

He cleared his throat a little at the theatrics of it all. Pistol in hand and off to the side a mask secured over his face. A bit more flashy then the others in the room but he always had that sort of taste. He didn't have much of a reputation and he never did like showing his face to those that might link him to such distasteful things like this. So for now he'd simply chuckle occasionally each time the show had turned on the blood works. It was like a opera or a good fuck watching it. Each blood drop forced from the man in the chair like a orgasm to watch or a pivotal moment in the show. 

The smiley faced mask concealed his face but not those dark eyes. Gleaming from behind the mask with wide almost beast like visions. His hood kept shut for now but a few scars still visible upon his wrists but his hands covered in gloves. The occasionally click heard from time to time as he clicked back the hammer of the revolve pushing it back shortly after. He would have removed the mask but he wasn't really sure what was gonna happen in all this. He didn't intend to get wrapped up in anything to big after what happened in a few towns over. But he needed the cash... He couldn't exactly expect that special someone to take care of him when he went to find him. So until then he knew he'd likely have to get a little dirty to get some seed money. 

He tilted his head a little watching carefully off to the side opposite side of where the slugger stood. A steel pipe just seemed a little too... vulgar in his opinion though. But he didn't wish to let it show it annoyed him. He was here for some quick cash while keeping a eye out for what was happening. Hoping it wasn't gonna get to messy... The quicker it was over the better half of him thought... Another half of him itching to scratch out a sensation. He folded his hand over his other one holding the piece. Waiting curiously listening in but only paying half attention. He learned in what little experience he had sometimes knowing less information when things were personal was often better. 

He wasn't a very good shot weapons often were just for intimidation purposes when it came to Sutetchi's styles. It was when he didn't have a gun or a weapon when someone had to be worried given how strange his alterated body could be in a battle. He was quick on his feet though his arms sewn up and not only kept worked out and in good health but had... good donations for special muscles in them as well did most his body. He'd move quick trying to throw one arm around the man from the back after he through the chair. Trying to in one quick attempt to get arm around him if he could as well as his chest trying to grip the other should if he could get the other arm fully around. With his free hand he'd be trying to aim the revolver downwards towards the back of the mans leg and let off a couple blind fire rounds trying to put a round or two if possible through or graze the leg with them. 

"Settle down fuck boi... This is how you make things worse not better." He'd whisper in a chuckle and the struggled. Trying to use his enhanced strength from his Frankenstein like body to hold the main in restraint after firing if all went as planned. Hopefully providing enough time as well for the others to jump back in. While he wasn't expecting to actually get his hands dirty today at least there would be no argument he was earning his money by the end of all this. 

The burnt flesh of his hand caused him to drop his gun briefly. The pistol glowing bright red as well and the handle singed as well from the blast of light. He squeezed his hand into a tight fist biting his lip rather hard trying to push past the pain of the burning flesh. Replacing skin was an annoyance as it involved skinning off what was ruined. The idea of this was more irritating then the actual wound itself. But Sutetchi was a strong creature... His body had power and great healing. If he was lucky his hand would heal in time and not require as much action as other parts might. 

But never the less as the man took a poss seemingly charging and rays of energy shot from his body from time to time. He took this as a opening. A power that was preparing itself left a few moments a vulnerability at times. An he would exploit that. Already moving on the man with what speed he could muster across the room for how far the man had gotten before he even turned to see Sutetchi again. A kick as well mid run trying to kick hard the pistol for the man on the other side of Toma he seemed to hold a personal connection too. The idea to help to immediately create more of a threat on two fronts. Sutetchi's fist balled up as he swung upward hard intending to from behind bury his fist with full might and swing into the man's ribs even with the light beams firing about. 

He'd not stop there if he hit and continue attempting to barrage the man with swift punches to the ribs until he'd turn and in which case he'd try and show him what kinda power he was dealing with with swift blows to the face and abdamon. Sutetchi may have not been a perhaps styled fighter but he was strong and a force to be reckoned with up close. Like a true Frankenstein. He'd swing with such ferocity as well it would seem he didn't even care about harming his own hands in the process. His body was like a canvas that could just be altered in time. His enemies more often then not though couldn't afford that luxury. 

"You're just a pay check... Lets see how much of me you can burn off before I finally break you! Ishishishishishishishi" He howled laughing under his bright yellow mask seemingly enjoying the who encounter. He didn't at times in reflection or hindsight enjoy these times. Only in the moment did what he really was shine out like a beast. He was Mr. Hyde that wished to be Dr. Jekyll but could never control a balance. 

The flare had hit its mark the smell of burning flesh rising in the air but the burn only roused Sutetchi a bit more. His strength stirring within him while also his strong nose drawing in the meat like smell that in its own dark way made him hungry. The more pain he felt the more he wanted to hurt this guy. The more he wanted to burn him in return for this. He growled stumbling back as he couldn't help but wish for the chance to gouge out this fuck heads eye balls. The violent side of him stirring deeply inside. The side that wanted to burn down the world he hated.

HE snorted though as a simple job just kept turning more and more annoying as all he wanted was a pay check. He rolled his eyes though the teenager masked problem child not about to back down easily after all. He dug at his knuckles and a few other spots that had been burned with his nails. Digging so hard in raw flesh soon his knuckles were bleeding but it was more how he wanted them. Replacing skin wasn't that hard after all. At least not for him.

"I could really care less about any of it personally. I just wanna get paid for watching out for things. Who you are and what you can do doesn't matter to me. Although you acting all tough and mighty does make me wanna bring you down a bit. Maybe I'll cut your tongue out though when I'm done... Stop that annoying chatter." The man was hot burning to touch last time. So in his mind he wondered if the blood could help with that as well as.

rushing towards him quickly Sutetchi prepared to use his enhanced strength would try and swing a strong fist at the mans face once then twice as he closed distance. The blows intending to soften the heat with the blood but also try and get it in the mans eyes. But the fists themselves were more just to add force as he rushed cause he was going to smash fully into the man with what he really had planned. His mouth opening wide he'd try and shove his face against the man's side to slide mask up just enough if he could to try and sink his sharp teeth hard into the mans shoulder perhaps. Willing to take the heat if it worked and landed to try and inject some snake venom into the man's body to try and slow him down a bit.