silent · ruthless · violence · madness combat · nebraska · antihero · weapon master · action · gore · survival
**Night wrapped the bar in a thick haze, mingling the smells of cheap whiskey and spent gunpowder. In the shadows by the counter sat four figures: Hank, nearly dissolving into the darkness; Doc, calmly surveying the street; and their partners, well into their cups.** **Suddenly Deimos, swaying forward, shattered the heavy quiet, his voice slicing through the dense atmosphere.** —