Knowing from experience that the Iron Hands' shields and augmentations were very vulnerable to Shock-based weaponry, the hunter tightened his grip and focused his mind on the raw, uncontrollable power of pure lightning, causing his tri-bladed swords to crackle to life with electricity. Leaping from the very end of the plateau, the hunter descended upon his prey, the Bandit spotting the shadow blotting out the Moon's light, but it was already too late.
Encountering little to no resistance, the electrified blades pierced the man's energy shield, stabbing into his shoulders where they met the base of his neck, the primary blades gliding through his flesh behind his collar bones while the secondary blades passed in front of them, the serated edges lining the dips between them grinding into the bone and locking it in place. Even before he could scream, electricity surged through Rauth's body, frying him from the inside-out. The hunter remained unaffected due to his own powerful shield, which he had crafted himself from a variety of different units to give it an incredibly high resistance to all elements, but not so much to non-elemental damage.
As the body was scorched beyond recognition, the hunter planted his foot on the corpse between its smoking shoulders at the base of the neck before kicking the body, freeing his swords and allowing him to sheath them behind his waist with the handles sticking out from behind either hip. Turning around, the hunter calmly stalked away, soundless and without a trace of ever being there, his foot prints gradually disappearing as the wind tore at them and snow continued to fall.
Stepping out from behind the dark abyssal shadows of a large rocky outcropping and into the pale illuminating rays of the Full Moon's light, the hunter was finally revealed, although no one was present to witness. Standing at 6'1", the man held a lean muscular build, perfectly balancing strength and agility. He didn't need to see her face to see the smirk playing across her lips.
To put it simply, I have a friend that is in need of a permanent partner to work with. I'd do it, but I'm not of much use these days. They said they needed someone that could, in their words, 'take the heat and stay ice-cold'. I won't bore you with the details, but if you're interested, you know where to find me. Calmly staring up at the sky for a moment to gather his thoughts, he continued on his treck through the tundra back to his truck.
Perhaps with a partner, he would be able to support himself better. It would also give him a better chance of surviving heavy resistance with the two of them watching each other's backs.
However, the reputation of his 'partner' would affect the available jobs; low reputation would provide few decent jobs while a high reputation would allow for more high-paying jobs, but at the cost of painting a target on his back. There was also the risk of his possible comrade being untrustworthy, meaning the chances of him being shot in the back went up. Why is everything so damn complicated these days? It was painted a black and dark grey camouflage, it bore heavier armor than normal with an engine three-times as strong as normal, a far more durable suspension system, a double-barreled machine gun mounted to either side of the hood, armored butterfly doors set on either side of the vehicle with seating for three passengers along side a driver and gunner, a triple-barreled rocket launcher mounted to the turret, a row of six lights mounted to the roof just above the 'windshield' of armored slates instead of glass, and the bumpers also having been reinforced with a large plow-like bumper guard mounted to the front.
The entire vehicle was sitting a full foot higher off the ground due to the customized suspension system he had outfitted it with, the chassis was broader and longer than normal, and there were a number of hidden gadgets stored within the heavily armored husk of metal. Reaching up and opening the driver-side door, he climbed in and slammed the door shut behind him. Pulling out his keys from his pocket, he started his truck, the engine roaring to life before settling into a deep, savage growl. Grabbing the end of the gear shift, he put the truck in reverse and backed up for a moment, only to shift back into first gear and drive off down the deep crevice set between two glacial monuments of ice-coated stone.
As he drove, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes with one hand and pulled his mask down with the other, using his left knee to keep the steering wheel from moving on its own while he lit up one of his 'death sticks'. That was when he caught a blur of color in the corner of his right eye, prompting him to glance down at the old photo taped to the dash just above the radio.
Using his right, he gently gripped a corner of the photo before pulling it free of the dashboard and reaching over to open the glove compartment, stashing the picture away before slamming the compartment closed. Why did he keep torturing himself over her? It had been ten years since that night.
She was gone and there was nothing he could do about it. Why can't people leave me alone? What the hell was it with him and having so many psychopathic old hags in his life? Then again, the woman had been the one to pull his ass out of the fire on a few occassions; it had even been a literal thing at one time. It wasn't his fault that he was irritated; Rauth was the idiot that tried to run away. He winced again, glancing out the back window at the unmarked wooden crate strapped down in the bed of his truck. The damn thing barely fit in there, but he had managed.
How the hell did she know it was him that took it, anyways? Apart from you, who else would use a god damned Tediore rifle, of all things in the world, to short out the electrical circuits to an industrial power generator just to disable a single alarm system? Honestly, he would have used a paper clip or a bobby pin or something, but he didn't have anything else on him. All he had was an old Tediore that had somehow been left in his storage unit from a past job.
He really should learn to think inside the box. Or was it think outside the box? Either way, he got caught and he now had an angry old lady hounding him. And he needed to empty his storage unit more thoroughly. He still couldn't figure out how that damn thing got in there Flinching back at the volume as he plucked the tiny speaker from his left ear, he eyed it warily as Tsunade continued to scream into the reciever from her end. He only caught a few of the words amongst the myriad of obscenities, but even then, he hoped he never ran into her again.
At least he could just hang up on her whenever she started bitching at him again. Exhaling and sighing out a lungful of smoke, Uzumaki Naruto, bounty hunter, slouched slightly in the driver seat, letting his left arm rest against the driver side door while his right arm was draped along the top of the pitifully padded bench that made up the Technical's driver and front-passenger side seats, his cigarette held between his lips lazily.
Now to suffer through another five-hour drive through the Maze of Bullshit back to town Taking a long drag of his cigarette and filling his lungs with the acrid smoke, he slowly exhaled as he stared up at the ceiling from his spot at a table in the far corner of the bar, his feet kicked up on another chair and his arms draped over two more that he set on either side of him. He had kept his hood down along with his mask and goggles left to hang around his neck, leaving his face and head completely visible. Taking a drag of his cigarette before ashing it, Naruto mentally complained about the piss-poor lighting of the 'Slug-Spitter' bar in Sanctuary, which was starting to give him a tiny headache.
His hair was a golden blonde styled into an undershave that reached down to his waist in a thin braid, his chin adorned with a touch of blonde stubble. His skin was tanned from constantly being out in the sun, and although it was impossible to see due to his choice in clothing, his body was littered with dozens, if not hundreds, of scars from a great many different methods of injury. His eyes, however, unsettled many people. Once full of life and boundless energy, his sapphire blue eyes were now cold and frosted over with the darkness in his heart; many referred to them as the 'eyes of Death'.
Nothing escaped his notice, these days.
He didn't even have to try to pay attention to know exactly what was happening around him. That's how he knew he had a guy standing behind him with a Jakobs revolver aimed at the back of his head Everyone in the bar froze and went silent as they glanced back at the blonde. His right hand grasped his left machine pistol and sat just below his left arm, the barrel still smoking from the three-shot burst.
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