Doomtrooper | Brute | Playing Games

Mickey being Mickey, started to weave a tale to give him time to scheme and find a way out of this. Smooth glass he starts weaving a tale on how his partners had double crossed him. How he was the one who had escaped when they decided to sell that.. that thing, to someone else. It all just spilled out his mouth. He could help but stare between the smoldering brown eyes that seem to glow all on their own or the barbell stacked with more than a quarter ton of plates the huge man held up with on hand. Mickey watched as Brute shook his head and his mouth twisted with a disgusted smirk as he said, "That's the best you can come up with? You're gonna stand here and lie straight to my face." Mickey tried to continue his lie as he saw the fire in the big man's eyes flare brighter. 

Then to his shock Mickey watched as the massive man right arm flung the barbell across the room behind him. It hit the wall behind him, shattering the concrete column with rubble and debris across the back of the room. Knocking over equipment and weights. The room, hell part of the entire building shook from the impact. Brute shook him hard and said "This how you want to play it? Disrespect me with a lie so full of holes that it not worth the breath coming out your mouth? You want to play games?" 

Before Mickey could say anything, Brute right hand reached up and grabbed Mickey's shirt and ripped it from his body like it was tissue paper. He flung it away and slammed his massive fist into Mickey's gut. The world froze. Air tore out of Mickey's chest, fire bloomed across his torso. Mickey was a mercenary. He'd been stabbed, shot and punched so many times before he lost count. This felt like he got hit with a wrecking ball. Brute held him there for a few seconds, folded up around his fist and growled in his ear, "Bitch, I love playing games." The world started to move again just as he watched Brute's arm piston back and shoot forward again and slam into his gut two more times.