Log; completed

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When; September 6th; afternoon
Rating; PG-13-ish; violence, language
Characters; Legato (shoulder_spikes) and Wolfwood (nico_oniichan)
Summary; Wolfwood's hate for Legato has reached the boiling point.
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Legato looked about the Square, noticing how everything seemed normal, but there was an underlying tension; likely due to the surge of energy from the beach the night before. Pride still coursed through him, remembering how much grief he had caused Vash and his 'mother,' and how it had pleased Knives-sama.
He placed his glass back on the table in front of him, payed the bill and stood to walk away. While walking, he stopped-- there was a familiarly hateful presence close to him: Chapel.
Legato chuckled, knowing that he wasn't here by coincidence. "You're here for revenge?" he asked, without looking in Wolfwood's direction. "Over something I didn't even do to you personally?"

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Wolfwood had planned out how he was going to do this since last night. Get as close as possible to the asshole before he noticed his presence; don't bring the Punisher, it would just get in the way, move as quick as he could with his .45 and put a few holes in that asshole's chest. Sounded simple enough.

He should've known better. Of course he'd be walking around a public place like the fountain, in broad fucking daylight. Legato Bluesummers was always one to make a scene about everything.

He was tense as he stood behind the man, gun clenched tight in his right hand.

"You really think that's the only reason? Like I need a fucking excuse ta shoot you."

[shoulder-spikes.livejournal.com]

The former Gun was right; Legato was actually surprised he hadn't killed him months ago.
He was trying to control Wolfwood, but he was resisting his threads quite effectively. This meant that he would need to use his gun; Legato bristled at having to use the primitive weapon, but there was no other choice.
He tensed, and leaped to his right, pulling his pistol and firing in Chapel's direction as he did. He landed, faced the priest and leveled his gun at him.

[nico-oniichan.livejournal.com]

Wolfwood's eyes followed Legato's movement immediately, even if his body wasn't quite as fast. The asshole was fast, but he wasn't anywhere near Crimson Nail's pace. And if his 'power' wasn't working... He might as well be a human. A human with a gun, nevertheless.

The bullet caught him in the shoulder as he attempted to dodge and get out of its path. He was slower than before; a combination of death affecting his reactions and Bluesummer's 'power,' a pain in the ass to force his body to do as he wanted.

He raised his right arm as he came to a stop in front of him once again, arm aching as he raised it up, only to shoot at him. Three times; twice to the heart and once to the head. Whether they hit the asshole where he wanted wasn't really a concern, just as long as he went down and stayed there.

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Fire slashed through Legato's body: two rounds had punctured the right side of his chest-- one going through his lung--, and one had sliced the side of his neck; blood flowed freely from the wound. It seemed an artery may have been ruptured.
He coughed raggedly. He wasn't about to let Chapel get anymore shots off, so he lunged towards him, trying to ignore the pain and the decreasing vision.
Legato grabbed Wolfwood's gun hand with one arm, and brought his other down on the pistol, knocking it free. He then spun and caught the gunman in the side of the head with his elbow, hoping to buy himself a brief respite. It worked, but he wasn't able to take advantage of it as he intended; he felt light-headed, he could barely keep his sight in focus, and he could feel blood flowing into his lung. He fired blindly, doubting he could hit anything, but he wasn't about to give up so easily.

[nico-oniichan.livejournal.com]

Legato lunging at him was unexpected, to say the least. He had hesitated too long, and the next thing he knew, his gun had been knocked from his hand and he'd been elbowed hard to the head. He grunted in pain, vision black as he tried to shove Legato away and regain his barings.

"You bast-" The curse was cut off as a round hit him in his midsection, blood flowing freely from the wound. Wasn't bad enough to knock him down, but this... Fuck, this was going to be a pain in the ass to explain to Vash.

He grabbed a hold of Legato's gun arm and pulled him close, forcing the pistol to the other man's chest. "Rest in peace, asshole," He bit out with a growl, squeezing the trigger.

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All the air was forced from his body as another bullet seared through him.
"Y...You..." Legato slumped, collapsed, and his head hit the pavement.
What an embarrassment that he would be bested by Chapel. He had failed himself and his master. But he wasn't able to do anything about that at that moment-- right now, it was time to sleep.

[nico-oniichan.livejournal.com]

Wolfwood sneered as he watched Legato fall, tempted to lash out at him again now that he was down. Except he was kind of bleeding in the middle of a crowded public area, and had just killed someone there.

Still, he couldn't resist giving him a sharp kick to his ribs before leaning down to retrieve his gun. "You got what you deserved. Maybe from now on, you'll think twice 'fore you start fuckin' with people again." He muttered, standing up right once again and wincing.

Now... To get home and find a way to get the bullets out. His body would take care of the rest.