Narc Wolf

[Axel Jonasen]

The girl's knee to his face came up quick and Axel felt his nose burst into another firework of pain. Blood began pouring from his face like a faucet. He hissed in pain but didn't cry out. He would not let someone see that much weakness from him. His brought his hand up to his nose and tried to stem the flow, but blood soon coated his hand and he knew it wasn't going to be stopping soon.

The chick was giving him some line about quitting dealing in that area. He was too distracted to say much else. He spat out a few thick swears in German, blood seeping into his mouth as he spoke. Popped stitches and a bloody nose. He didn't think it was broken. It didn't feel broken, but goddamn shit fuck did it ever hurt.

Now on his feet, Axel started to back away from the woman. He was in no condition to finish the fight. He knew when it was better to run. He wasn't a hot headed twenty year old who had more pride than sense. At forty seven, he'd been in the game long enough that he knew when he had to cut his losses. He kept a wary eye on the chick, not trusting to turn his back. She seemed to hold to a code of ethics, but he wasn't an idiot to think this chick might not try to takeep advantage of an opening if he offered one.

His car wasn't far. He just had to get to it and then he could beat a hasty retreat. He needed to check his stitches and get his nose to stop bleeding. The front of his shirt was now well soaked with blood. He watched the woman intently, taking slow steps backwards as he backed away.

[Devyn Solway]

It didn’t really hurt her much to knee the guy in the face, if anything it just fueled her desire to try and deal out some more damage. The animalistic side wanted to show him without a shadow of a doubt that she was a threat that should be taken seriously. She wanted to put him in his place, make him hurt far more; but thankfully Dev tended to be able to pull herself back in this kind of situation. The kind of situation where she had approached it in a more human state of thinking and just slowly slipped into that animalistic side. In that aspect, she and the other guy would lucky that his earlier hit to her face had been with enough force to cause an injury that would bleed.

She hated the taste of her own blood, it always brought back memories she wish would just stay buried forever but they never did. They were always there just ready for her dark side to spit to the surface and remind her of her past and what she was capable of. The guy didn’t yell out in pain, but Devyn could read his body language and at least knew that he was at the very least not in a happy place. She got her message across verbally and now physically. Dev personally was pleased; minus the fact that she was likely going to have to deal with Vera asking question about her injury. Joys. The dealer was swearing, or at least it sounded like swear words but she just knew that whatever he was saying was not in English.

Great, a foreigner bringing in drugs proving the news was right about this immigration problem. Ugh, government. Devyn thought to herself. She didn’t like thinking that the news was right on something like this and she also didn’t like thinking about that sort of thing in general. It just came to her mind likely because she was just pissed and in some pain so was just lashing out on the inside since she was holding back from doing it on the outside. The dealer was smart in backing off and still looking like he was on his guard. Dev felt like she was in control but she was no fool to think if there was a chance, that she would not take it.

Her body relaxed just a little bit, but still stood high as her inner alpha was enjoying the site of someone backing off. She would stay where she was for a little while until he was a good distance away from her that she felt confident she could leave and have enough time to react if he decided to go for a round two. Once it was all clear, she was gone.

[Axel Jonasen]

Axel got into his car with great difficulty. He was coughing and swearing and bleeding everywhere. His stitches felt like they were on fire and his nose was swollen and pouring blood. He grabbed a handful of napkins from the glove box of his car, annoyed at the blood pattering from his face onto the new upholstery. He held the napkins up to his nose and tilted his head back, groaning in pain.

He had gotten his ass soundly kicked. He needed to reevaluate how dangerous he had thought Kalispell to be in comparison to Seattle. Fuck. He started his car. He needed to go to emergency to check on his stitches. He would just tell the doctor he had gotten jumped. He looked rough enough for that story to be believed.