Day Four: Early Morning

[Retane]

The mercenary looked down as the darkness begasn to fade and allowed the traitorous moon show. He looked down at his ignorant victim, cocky a head as he glanced at him with his one good eye. It was quite weird how the body seemed to work, if you lost sight, hearing, your others senses instictively picked up the slack, refusing to allow their host to die. Retane's hearing and sight seemed to be heightened threefold due to his injuries and hidden paranoia

He studied the body carefully, it resembled the one known as Super Buu. The rogue had watched the replays of the show before and saw the figure, but this one looked different. Perhaps this was the great Super Buu that Mino had slain last year and he had done so now, cept he seemed weaker, and alot easier to kill. A simple snarl was followed by a heavy boot to the head. His simgle boot slammed through the dusty flesh only to hit something hard.

A bit confused, the namekian cocked his head and stared at the metalic skull that rested beneath his black boot. He removed his foot and bent down to collect the weird bone and brought it to his face. It seemed a bit larger then his own head an with slick thinking, the mercenary slipped the alloy over his own mesh of a skull. It was damned tere a perfect fit.

He looked around, his sight was not hindered by the skull helm, and neither was his good ear at hearing. He looked about, as he heard Karl come on again to mention his recent kill. He waited to here about Super Buu but in his stead heard Gray Buu. LOoking down again he noticed the ray brittle texture and understood that the two were not to same.

Sazuaa had been killed, but that wicked namekain kid still lived. A bit of silent respect and a small smirk crossed the distorted lips of the namekian. The kid was something else, almost like him, yet not as damned good.

The mercenary looked at the Scythe and with a simple gesture, slid it between three lines of the rope to hold the weapon snug yet comfortably around his back. TO look at him now, you would know that this clearly wasnt the same killer of the City of Trion. This wasnt the cold rogue that saw through all his missions. This wasn't the hitman of teh Horsemen. No. This was the savage created by the Abyss. The hell had gotten to him and it was as if reality had escaped him.

And it had! The Abyss had tooken the great killer and made things worst! They turned him into the bestial savage killer. And you could tell that now; Ripped pants no clothes on his abdomen, only burns and scars. One boot, a Nail gun with a Trigger Happy Finger, a broken wrist at the ready to defend himself with the activated Ki Sheild or toss a grenade if he needed.

The assassin walked over the dead Buu, passing his admantium body and kept on going, tossing another grenade behind him. The bones would be seperated and the pitiful flesh would be gone with the blast, leaving only questions as to what kind of beast could have done it. The asassin wasn't stupid. But perhaps he might pick a new strategy...

The namek also looked at his map and wondered why E-8 had been called a second time. Was there something amiss? Retane pondered the thoguht while prepping his next move.