Fold it up and just pretend

((squintsquintsquint HMMMMMM))

Ivan was a follower. It was how he was wired from birth. He idolized, obsessed, and integrated the lifestyles of those he held higher than others. Wild Tiger was a current, prime example. Fight to protect but do not kill. That is what a hero does.

But there is something about this man that brings that itch in his brain back, makes his shoulders twitch as he swings his shuriken out and around in an offensive position. The guy is talking, some flamboyant gibberish about overtime and lack of work ethic and Ivan isn’t listening because he saw what the guy did, does, can do. The way he cuts people up with his lawn mower, the strange things that happen afterward. He’s a threat, he’s weird and Ivan’s arm snaps up, releasing the blade to spin through the air.

The guy is fast though, lets out a startled yelp as he jumps to the side and watches the thing go by. “That’s dangerous. And rude.” He straightens, smooths out his top coat and adjusts his glasses. He’s about to say something else, something else Ivan isn’t going to listen to but the shuriken is flying back, swings around the guys arm, cuts into his hip and severs at least half the ligaments in his arm. There are angry words, all of which are drowned out by the incessant itch.

Violet eyes focus on a flicker of movement, that lawnmower, cutting through the air with…what is his name…Ronald. With Ronald on top of it. His movements are quick, all hack and slash with the various blades strapped to his suit. Ronald is able to dodge most of them, grumbling all the while about reapers and death and things Ivan can’t understand. His arms are moving on their own and the closer Ronald gets to him, the more blood is on the ground, the worse for wear his opponent looks. But still he keeps coming and still Ivan keeps attacking until all that’s really left is blood and…pieces. Ivan pants and drops his weapons, vaguely hears them clatter to the ground as his eyes dart from piece to piece wondering which ones are Ronalds and which ones were there when he arrived.

(( IIIIIIIIIII dont really remember the death rule with reapers lalalaaaaaa so i kind of made it uuuuup~ maybe he’s not really deaaaaaad i think the scythe needs to be destroyed hm? but Ivan doesn’t know that so shhhhhh just pretend~ <3))