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[halfcow]

Characters: Ryoki + everyone
Location: Around Death City
Rating: R
Time: 15th/16th night. It starts at 22pm, ends around 3am.
Description: Ryoki goes mad.

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[halfcow]

The half bull finally had a bag to carry his improvised explosives. That was the smartest thing to do since carrying bottles with fuel was a bit difficult and restrictive.

As he tried to figure out which way to go, he is suddenly faced with Bakura. He remembered him (strangely enough, because Ryo doesn't remember most people unless they have a great impact on him); Leo's friend. "You..."

[halfcow]

Ryoki had to reach for the bag if he wanted to use a Molotov, and that found out to be quite annoying. Amazingly, dragging bottles was difficult, no matter if you had a bag or just your shirt.

At Bakura's words, the bull forgot his bitching and reached to take out a bottle. "Burning...? Yeah. You." Ryoki frowned, and came closer to Bakura. "I will enjoy this."

Though he said so, Ryoki wasn't smiling or laughing and being his maniacal sadistic self. Not that Bakura ever saw him like that, so he couldn't possibly know Ryoki wasn't truly enjoying it.

[halfcow]

Normally, Ryoki would want to see his opponent scared or in pain, but this time it wasn't about that. He wasn't even sure what it was about, but Ryoki felt terrified and angry and the only way he felt like he could make his own fear go away, was to hurt others. Or to destroy them.

The bull put his bag down and huffed. And just like that, he charged towards Bakura, growling like a mad bull animal.

[halfcow]

"Fuck...!!" As Bakura escaped the initial attack, Ryoki stopped as he could, only to go back at charging again, using the bottle as a weapon this time. Even if it broke, it didn't matter, the teenager had a lighter which he could also use to set the gasoline on fire.

[halfcow]

At the hit, he had hoped to see blood, but the smell of gasoline filled his nose and he forgot about it. Setting this guy on fire would probably be the best move now, but instead of wasting time looking for the lighter in his pockets, Ryoki decided to kick Bakura first, trying to hit his stomach.

[halfcow]

"Fuck you." well. Not that Bakura said anything that deserved that from Ryoki, but the bull was out of it right now.

The half's hands tried to reach for the hair next, a nice firm grip, while his free hand prepared for a punch.

[halfcow]

Ryoki's fist hit Bakura's face with all the strength he was allowed in this position. And he didn't stop after. When his target cried out for him to stop, he made it worse, muttering again some incomprehensible words - but some of it were very clear: "I hate you" was said loud and clear enough.

[halfcow]

The bull stopped his attacks and with a leg moved Bakura's body, so he'd lay on his back. Meantime, his hand finally searched for the lighter, and once found, Ryoki bent over his victim and grabbed his chin, so he could see what exactly was about to happen.