𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

——itself three inches deep into his skull. The body hit the floor at the exact moment Samson body-slammed the centre guy.

——of the Monarch's goons, whose initial excitement quickly faded upon recognizing who had crossed their path.

Not Brock. He 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱.

The one on the left had gotten as far as, "Oh fuck! Dude! It's Br—!" when the blade hit him squarely between the eyes, hurled by Brock with a warcry, and embedded——

——centre. "I'm gonna send a signal to Skull Island, see if Jonas can bring his team over to extract the Ventures," he shouted over the noise. "Not sure where Monarch picked up this extra firepower, but he's really making a dent in the defences."

As they turned the corner, they were met by three——

Brock retrieved the bowie knife from the waistband of his jeans. The steel blade was coated in blood, mirroring the state of his exposed skin and shredded attire. Every inch of him washed in it. He sprinted down the corridor, with Morrigan following closely, making their way toward the control——

Brock's gaze shifted momentarily up to the rear-view mirror before returning to the windshield. "June sixteenth, about... ten? Why's it matter?"

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`` 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘛
ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯' 𝘗𝘈𝘐𝘋. ``

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Wɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ —
As ᴛʜᴇ Eɴғᴏʀᴄᴇʀ
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• #Borderlands ; #BorderlandsRP ;
#BLRP ; #MVRP

With his eyes straight ahead a cigarette smouldering between teeth, Brock was already at forty miles per hour as he headed down the driveway. "Yeah. Look, dunno why you were in the middle of the road back there but, uh, don't throw up in my car, 'kay?"

——gaze snapped down to Mo, who was sprawled on the ground. "Move!" he snapped, his voice a mix of urgency and face visibly pained. "C'mon!" he shouted, his voice rising above the din of the alarms. "I... can't hold this forever!"

————that characteristic roar exploding out of him, Samson lunged forward, his muscles straining against the weight as he managed to catch it in both hands, the metal biting against his bloodied palms as he fought to hold it open. The effort was immense; he could feel the tremors in his body.

His——

————through a doorway just in time, with Mo trailing closely behind him. But she hadn't made it.

The massive containment door dropped before him, its metallic surface ominous in the red light. He could hear the grinding of gears as it began to rapidly close.

With a surge of determination and——

——Fluttering Horde inside. Brock could feel the adrenaline coursing through him, fighting the primal instinct to freakin' kill everything as the henchmen closed in. He'd managed to get his family to safety, and now his pursuers had been relentless, hot on his heels. He'd barely managed to slip——

@ladycfdeath.bsky.social —— 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿

Alarms blared throughout the facility, the noise echoing off the walls, red lights pulsing, flooding everything with a vibrant intermittent red. Chaos. He loved it. The place'd entered lockdown, beginning to seal off every exit in the hope of trapping The——

Jesus, really? Right in his drive way?

...

With a hefty, despondent sigh, Brock leaves Adrienne, throws Orpheus over a shoulder like the 160-pound nothing he weighed, and bundled him into the backseat before climbing back in.

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◄ #VentureBros ; #VentureBrosRP
◄ #VBRP ; #MVRP

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❝𝑂𝘩 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝑰'𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓~.❞

꧁ Megumi Bakufu
⠀⠀꧁ MV OC RP
⠀⠀ ꧁ Femme fatale
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Covered in blood. Looking slightly manic. Y'know, the usual.