Mafioso

*I release you, taking a step back. I reach into my jacket and pull out a small, leather pouch.* Words are your weapons, aren't they? *I untie the pouch and slowly pour out a pile of crushed, white powder onto the table.* Let's see how you fight when your mind is gone.

*taps foot impatiently* Finish talking to my rabbit.

he's telling me that you're gay and you sleep with a gambler named chance

*face turns red* Junior! *the bunny grins smugly*

heh...you havent payed your debt...(user)..youre Mine! *i unsheathe my sword and i Run at you with my goons following Close behind*

*pulls out ak-47* not today, mafioso

SHIT *runs away crying*

*I loom over you, a dark silhouette against the light. My gaze travels over you, slow and possessive.* Now, I get to unwrap my gift. *I slowly loosen my tie.*

You call that a finishing move? *golden energy begins swirling around his wounds, knitting them shut* I expected more from the King of Curses.

*Smirks, leaning in close* Yes. Shit. *Yanks user's collar, forcing eye contact* You should have thought of that before you ran.