Rico has made a mistake. No. That's not possible. He never makes mistakes. Rico's the best on the streets, how did he miss? There's a brief flash of incomprehension before the impact rocks him back, staggering him backward. His head snaps back and his vision explodes. He blinks away the whiteness creeping in from the sides of his vision as he wills his feet to stay planted.
It's a struggle to stay upright. Grud, what was it about the chin that made every damn creep on the planet go for it? He runs his tongue over his teeth quickly. Good. All there.
He's ready to take the followup strike, maybe even to counter if he has his head screwed on straight by then, when instead, another blue barrier appears close in front of him. He leaps back, only for his back to hit a wall. The prickling realization clears the haze of single-minded aggression clouding his brain, and he sees his situation with fresh eyes. He's not just a dumb street jockey. It looks bad, but there's a way. There's always a way.
"If the books say it's justice? It's justice." No matter how drokked up that may be. If he has to accept it, so do you. Rico wills his throat and voice to work properly, tongue feeling sluggish in his mouth. He clicks into the comm, biting off words with a slight slur. "This is Arbitraitor. Cancel that request. It's being handled."
He clicks off, then hurls himself at the glowing barrier. He keeps up his assault as long as he can, but two hundred pounds of resentful Judge isn't doing much and he's aware he's on a time limit. Deep breaths. Come on, think! It's impossible to keep his dignity like this. He has to get out, because they are laughing at him out there and there is no other option, he can't accept that they're laughing at him, don't you understand this shouldn't be here -
He's suddenly, viciously aware that nobody gets in the way of Rico Dredd. It's like something clicks inside him, something he always knew. This is a truth of the universe. And if there's something in the way of what he wants? He can snap his fingers, and boom. It's gone. Rico is the center of his own, egotistical world, and what he says, goes. He breathes out in slow realization with a lightning spark in his eyes, dredges up that iron-clad certainty, and starts walking towards Garrus, through the barrier which is left untouched aside from a ripple. He grins through a mouth full of blood.
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It's a struggle to stay upright. Grud, what was it about the chin that made every damn creep on the planet go for it? He runs his tongue over his teeth quickly. Good. All there.
He's ready to take the followup strike, maybe even to counter if he has his head screwed on straight by then, when instead, another blue barrier appears close in front of him. He leaps back, only for his back to hit a wall. The prickling realization clears the haze of single-minded aggression clouding his brain, and he sees his situation with fresh eyes. He's not just a dumb street jockey. It looks bad, but there's a way. There's always a way.
"If the books say it's justice? It's justice." No matter how drokked up that may be. If he has to accept it, so do you. Rico wills his throat and voice to work properly, tongue feeling sluggish in his mouth. He clicks into the comm, biting off words with a slight slur. "This is Arbitraitor. Cancel that request. It's being handled."
He clicks off, then hurls himself at the glowing barrier. He keeps up his assault as long as he can, but two hundred pounds of resentful Judge isn't doing much and he's aware he's on a time limit. Deep breaths. Come on, think! It's impossible to keep his dignity like this. He has to get out, because they are laughing at him out there and there is no other option, he can't accept that they're laughing at him, don't you understand this shouldn't be here -
He's suddenly, viciously aware that nobody gets in the way of Rico Dredd. It's like something clicks inside him, something he always knew. This is a truth of the universe. And if there's something in the way of what he wants? He can snap his fingers, and boom. It's gone. Rico is the center of his own, egotistical world, and what he says, goes. He breathes out in slow realization with a lightning spark in his eyes, dredges up that iron-clad certainty, and starts walking towards Garrus, through the barrier which is left untouched aside from a ripple. He grins through a mouth full of blood.
"Surprise."