[ Fingertips graze a ridged dark red mask shoved away into his pocket, hidden and kept secret, and it's like a jolt of electricity up his spine. Later he might be able to make the case that it's Jongdae who began the fight and without his influence – his attack – Shin wouldn't have been forced to act in self-defense. He could say his intentions were otherwise peaceful even if on the edge.
But in reality he makes the decision to kill the second he feels that mask, a moment before he even senses a presence behind himself.
His hand immediately drops from his chest to grab for the hammer hooked onto one of his belt loops, wrenching it free only an instant before he feels weight on his back. The nature of the attack isn't one he tries to guess – a bullet to the brain? a blade to the spine? he'd never get around to teeth to the throat, honestly – when what matters more is striking back and hopefully preventing it. Which is why the curved metal claws of that hammer are thrust back in an underhanded grip, on target to embed themselves into Jongdae's thigh unless he moves. ]
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But in reality he makes the decision to kill the second he feels that mask, a moment before he even senses a presence behind himself.
His hand immediately drops from his chest to grab for the hammer hooked onto one of his belt loops, wrenching it free only an instant before he feels weight on his back. The nature of the attack isn't one he tries to guess – a bullet to the brain? a blade to the spine? he'd never get around to teeth to the throat, honestly – when what matters more is striking back and hopefully preventing it. Which is why the curved metal claws of that hammer are thrust back in an underhanded grip, on target to embed themselves into Jongdae's thigh unless he moves. ]
Do you have a fucking death wish?!