Seren was actually going to fire - nothing lethal, just a warning shot before moving for the incapacitation - when he's shoved back and groans when his back hits the railing, snarling before swinging with his free hand. Even cuffed, he's not going down without a fight.
Even with tactics like this.
"Fuck you!" He spits, and while there's betrayal and anger clear on his face, there's also a small hint of sorrow, longing. This shouldn't have turned out like this.
The swell of power, of triumph, that billows through his body results in a wide, cheshire grin. He’s *won*. He’s fought back and when he steps back further out of reach he can’t help the wild fire burning beyond control.
“One day, maybe,” Zhou Fei replies with a sneer as he reaches down for his radio. “Not now.”
He tugs his maintenance mask up over his triumphant glow before speaking into radio, “Undercover cop here. Cuffed in Sector D4.”
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Even with tactics like this.
"Fuck you!" He spits, and while there's betrayal and anger clear on his face, there's also a small hint of sorrow, longing. This shouldn't have turned out like this.
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“One day, maybe,” Zhou Fei replies with a sneer as he reaches down for his radio. “Not now.”
He tugs his maintenance mask up over his triumphant glow before speaking into radio, “Undercover cop here. Cuffed in Sector D4.”
He waves his fingers and then he’s gone.