[Oh, that's good. That's good. Johnnie watches with deep satisfaction as the bodies cave in and collapse on the sidewalk, and as their companions scream and shout and recoil in horror.
They probably have a few seconds now before some number of them decide they're pissed off enough to give chase despite that grotesque warning not to do so, but it's so fucking satisfying that Johnnie doesn't care. He claps her on the back, full of pride and anger and fire, then tugs her along with him as he picks up the pace.]
Nah. Give 'em some survivors to spread word. They won't fuck with the Enders no more after this. C'mon, we gotta bail.
[It's a shame there's probably no way for them to track down what exists of the gang here and now. He'd love to drive south, find his brothers older, warier, but so glad to hear news of their success tonight. But space and time likely won't allow it, and it's better to disappear off into the darkness and let it be.
As they get some distance between themselves and the Roadhouse, that rush of violence and fury turns to celebration. He starts to laugh, starts to realize his nose is throbbing, and wipes blood off with the back of his hand.]
Fuck, though! They gotta be fuckin' pissing their pants back there now! Oh man, nothin' like takin' on a pile a' dudes an' watching 'em fall apart! Babe, you're so fuckin' gorgeous, you know that?
[He has a real bounce to his step now as he carries on, grinning and twirling her as he gives a howl up at the night sky.]
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They probably have a few seconds now before some number of them decide they're pissed off enough to give chase despite that grotesque warning not to do so, but it's so fucking satisfying that Johnnie doesn't care. He claps her on the back, full of pride and anger and fire, then tugs her along with him as he picks up the pace.]
Nah. Give 'em some survivors to spread word. They won't fuck with the Enders no more after this. C'mon, we gotta bail.
[It's a shame there's probably no way for them to track down what exists of the gang here and now. He'd love to drive south, find his brothers older, warier, but so glad to hear news of their success tonight. But space and time likely won't allow it, and it's better to disappear off into the darkness and let it be.
As they get some distance between themselves and the Roadhouse, that rush of violence and fury turns to celebration. He starts to laugh, starts to realize his nose is throbbing, and wipes blood off with the back of his hand.]
Fuck, though! They gotta be fuckin' pissing their pants back there now! Oh man, nothin' like takin' on a pile a' dudes an' watching 'em fall apart! Babe, you're so fuckin' gorgeous, you know that?
[He has a real bounce to his step now as he carries on, grinning and twirling her as he gives a howl up at the night sky.]