[ wrench was violent, yes. he could get too heated too quickly but he'd never attack a friend just because they had a fucking misunderstanding. arguments, sure. this was something else. this wasn't him, but the emotions that bubbled up beneath these actions were more real than he'd have any desire to admit. that corruption fueled his momentum. it manifested itself in rage but the core of it was paranoia, and grief, and disgust.
in this fucking world. in his fucking self.
He sure did hit that wall. and hard. lady sent green streaks of electricity through the air as he tumbled back like the mess he was. wrench was a sloppy fighter. all passion, very little skill when it came to hand-to-hand, at least. typically he used the element of surprise. and he's quick. no one expects a skinny motherfucker to grab someone by the scruff of their neck and headbutt their nose into their skull. it got the job done against the average person. sharon? not so average. wrench? not thinking about a damn thing right now so what did it matter anyway?
enemy. enemy was what he saw. couldn't trust her. couldn't trust anyone. everyone was against him, using him, bleeding him and looking for weaknesses. cause he was weak; but he'd show her. he'd show fucking everyone. he got back up on his feet like it was nothing, grabbed two flash bombs from the table nearby, and followed up with another attack. looking to use this flash to distract, sweep her off her feet. not in the fun way. ]
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in this fucking world. in his fucking self.
He sure did hit that wall. and hard. lady sent green streaks of electricity through the air as he tumbled back like the mess he was. wrench was a sloppy fighter. all passion, very little skill when it came to hand-to-hand, at least. typically he used the element of surprise. and he's quick. no one expects a skinny motherfucker to grab someone by the scruff of their neck and headbutt their nose into their skull. it got the job done against the average person. sharon? not so average. wrench? not thinking about a damn thing right now so what did it matter anyway?
enemy. enemy was what he saw. couldn't trust her. couldn't trust anyone. everyone was against him, using him, bleeding him and looking for weaknesses. cause he was weak; but he'd show her. he'd show fucking everyone. he got back up on his feet like it was nothing, grabbed two flash bombs from the table nearby, and followed up with another attack. looking to use this flash to distract, sweep her off her feet. not in the fun way. ]