Mistique stayed in the shadows to avoid any light reflection off of her scales, eyes widening as she continued listening to the conversation. Stolen— stolen drugs from the capital?? The chameleon began to chew on a knuckle anxiously. What was she supposed to do? Turn them in? But it sounded like he really needed it... why didnt he just buy it from a pharmacy?? Questions continued to race through her mind as she watched the exchange, her tail spines standing on end when the gun was revealed. What had she gotten herself into?
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Cyrus looked down, debating his options. He then proceeded to sucker punch V. The wolf had handled bigger threats before, this shouldn't take to long right? The smuggler stumbled back, and was enraged. "Y'know, I thought no one was gonna die today. Looks like I was wrong." With that, the weapon was drawn - they both felt only one of them would walk out of there.
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"You did not rat me out!" V shouted, now readying something else. Cyrus wasn't paying attention, he was taking note of the gun. 6 shots, 6 chances to get shot. The wolf faked a charge and winced as one of the three bullets immediately fired struck him. Without any hesitation, he ran forward at full speed. . . and struck his elbow with all his might at V's neck, causing the smuggler to drop the weapon and fall to the ground, gasping for air. Cyrus took the opportunity to take what medication he would need in the future, as well as the gun.
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//Cyrus was the one who was shot, only once though
/Cyrus allowed himself to get to his knees, he spent more stamina than he intended. He was caught off gaurd when he finally noticed Mistique's presence. The wolf opened his mouth to explain, but noticed a camera flash from V's cellphone. "You're both dead, you hear me! Dead!" This made Cyrus grit his teeth, she had nothing to do with this!
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Cyrus said nothing and got his feet. The one thing he hated the most was when the innocent got involved. He then proceeded to stomp on V's head, an effort to buy more time, not to kill. He turned slowly to Mistique, "We need to get out of here, now."
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"Hm?" Cyrus questioned at first, but realised she was referring to his wound, "I'll deal with that later, for the sake of both our lives, we need to go." He was slightly limping towards her, "Why in the world did you follow me?"
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Cyrus thought about this for moment before nodding, "Alright." He allowed himself helped once more, all the while trying to think of the quickest route to the nearest safehouse.
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Cyrus grunted as quietly as he could, "Head north for five blocks, then two west. If I black out before we get there go to the tan building covered in graffiti." He put on hand onto his wound, his jacket was starting to dampen.
Here's an image of Cyrus btw.
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"The sun rises in the East and sets in the West." Cyrus replied, "Of you still can't figure it out, the mountains are all northward." He should have bought and worn a bulletproof vest, and this could have been avoided. . . Darn.
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"It's Cyrus," he replied, pausing for a moment, "thank you for helping me out, Mistique." He bit his tongue to keep himself awake, and more so not to topple them both over.
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Cyrus noticed her tone, and reminded himself they were relying on each other. He briefly looked over his shoulder to check if anyone was following, and to his relief, there was no one. He decided to try and stand up straighter in order to draw away negative attention.