The Lawless West Oct 17, 2018 11:46:14 GMT -6
Post by Sensoa on Oct 17, 2018 11:46:14 GMT -6
The desert winds howled in the wasteland, bits of dirt floating in the air and battering against the vehicles that littered the area. The vehicles all in various conditions, some completely destroyed while others were not touched. Some looking as if they had taken a sever beating by fire and others were folded in half as if someone had tried to split it down the middle with a blunt object. Among-st this vehicles were scattered bodies, each being in various shapes like the vehicles they once occupied. Some where only lightly grazed while some where battered to near death, teeth missing and swollen faces.
In the middle of it all stood a man holding another by the scuff of his shirt. The tall demon towering high enough to hold a man off the ground effortlessly. Sensoa kept his attention upon the battered man in his hand, the man's face swollen to near unrecognizable and blood dripping from his varied wounds. He looked to have been tormented by the demon, several of the poor bandits fingers twisted in different directions. The demon had not been gentle in his questioning and he had not gotten the answers he wanted from the scum. After a few seconds of holding the unconscious man, Sensoa would toss him to the side unceremoniously before holding up a hand and incinerating the poor fool. The body soon becoming charred before crumbling to ash, all the while Sensoa turned his attention back toward the man who was hiding nearby.
The man had taken cover behind a nearby vehicle, watching and hoping the demon had not noticed him. He was clearly panicked as he clutched at his gun and shook like a leaf in the wind. It wasn't until Sensoa grabbed the truck at the front before lifting it by the front, the front wheels rising up to reveal the bandit before the vehicle fell onto its back like a turtle. The bandit immediately reacted to this by turning around and pointing his gun at the demon then firing off a few shots. This shots were naturally dodged as the demon disappeared from the man's sights and reappearing behind him. The bandit looking about confused a moment until the demon grabbed his gun hand and crushed the weapon with ease along with the poor man's whole hand. The giant of a demon then lifting the poor soul into the air before turning the bandit to face him.
This was only met with futile struggle before the demon grabbed the man by the mouth, and smiling cruelly.
"Ever wonder what death tastes like?"
The Bandits eyes would widen in horror, though the question wouldn't be contemplated long as the energy blast released from the Demon proceeded to completely blow away the poor man's head. Once finished, Sensoa let the lifeless body fall to the ground while he looked to see if anyone else lived. Of course none of the bandits were conscious enough to ask questions, and he supposed he should have asked the lifeless man what he knew of the rebel Tookune. It was doubtful any of them knew the rebel so he didn't really want to waste anymore time questioning such lowly insects. It would only waste his valuable time and he couldn't stand the thought of her getting away.
She had come to this planet, probably in a panick after she discovered he was chasing her through the stars. He had been ordered by his 'king' to subdue this wretched woman only to discover she was going to lead him off the planet to some distant backwater dirt hill. He was forced to obey unfortunately given the bounds that held him and so here he was. Groaning he proceeded to scratch his head in thought, thinking of where the nearest settlement was and if he should go there. Frustrated, hungry and feeling particularly hostile, he wouldn't make a good guest in a civilian area. He wasn't allowed to kill unless he truly believed the individual deserved it, such as this worthless maggots. Sensoa hated bandits, they were like vultures who scavenged from societies and he thought of them as the worst of any culture. They held no value, preyed on perfectly good trade and wasted everyone's time. They were the kind of people who enjoyed taking the short cuts and were pathetic in Sensoa's eyes.
After a brief moment of thought the demon would take a seat on the front of one of the cars, denting the front in as he did so. His hands in his lap while he stared into the distance with a sour look upon his face. He needed to think of a plan... but what could he do now? He just needed to sit down for a bit and think it though. As such that is what he did, closing his eyes to think and wait.