[Even with his werewolf speed, which is definitely not the same as vampire speed, Ryou can't quite avoid being hit. He snarls loudly as searing pain cuts through his side, his arms, and even one ear is clipped. In return, he surges forward through the window and proceeds to show them why that was a very bad idea.
He doesn't attack a single other patron. He only attacks those who attacked him, swiping at one with sharp claws and hooking his flesh, then slamming him roughly into his buddy. Ryou really does look a fright, golden eyes practically glowing, blood dripping down his face from his lacerated ear. He could have killed them there, of course. Just finished them off for raising a hand against a monster. But he has no reason to kill them right now, he needs to save his energy for the power he really needs to use.
And for whatever people think of him, he's not such a degenerate as to feed in public in front of a whole bar's worth of people. So, he leaves them unconscious, battered, and bleeding. Whatever else happens is not his business.
Within probably a handful of minutes, he's found his way to Atem. He can smell the blood, which is still pretty alluring to him, both as a feeding type and because of what it's a precursor of.
Feeding.
He's probably quite the sight, unfortunately, with bleeding wounds on his side, arms, and one ear practically folded in half from where the skin had been torn open by an errant shot. Ryou knew what he was getting into though. And so now did Jacobsen.
For a moment, Ryou glances at Atem...then he looks back to the human he's pinning. The amount of self-control Atem exercises against his instincts is...it's honestly very impressive. Ryou will definitely be complimenting him later for not tearing Mr. Jacobsen's throat clean out and leaving less than half a corpse for Ryou to pick at, because Ryou hadn't offered Mukuro the same courtesy on his first hunt.
For now though...]
The way I figure it...you must be stupid.
[Ryou's words come out guttural, animalistic. Much as Atem's had, at the start of all this.]
The rules were simple, and rather than follow them, you set your gunmen on us. There's a price that must be paid.
[And as he says that, Ryou tromps slowly, heavily, to where Mr. Jacobsen could see him, could hear the heavy droplets of blood splatter to the ground from Ryou's wounds.]
That's alright though, I already know how people like you are. You're the kind of person who woulds̵̪̺̈́̄̚ë̸͓́̉͜ḷ̷͇̊̑l̵͓͇̥̈ ̶͓̮̼̂h̸̳͌̈́͛í̶̤͚̗͑s̴̱̏ ̵̮̞̫̀̔̆s̷̰̤͂̄o̷͇̻͝u̶̙̔l̵͓͔̠̈̇͘ ̶̼̱̏̆͝ͅf̸̯͑͝ȯ̷̭͖͕̿̀ŕ̵̪͘͝ ̵̧̪͙̈́a̸̧̘̤͌͝ ̶͎̎͝c̷̖̯͕̅h̸̺̑͐̒a̴̠̯͌̇̐n̷̬̖͊͜c̷͍̩̏͂ȇ̷̲ ̷̢̞͒a̷͚̱͗̅̓t̴̲̣̱̄ ̸̫͙͖̀͘̚l̴̩̬̲̄͊i̶̢͔͚͂̕ň̸̘̥̕i̷̙̜͖͊n̵̻͖̎g̷̛͚̿̐ ̷͚̭̌h̵͉̺͆i̵̠̅̍s̶̟͊̆̀ ̶̡̤̮̆p̷͓̈̾̋o̵͉͙̯͌̋̚c̴̩̓̀̌k̸̞̉̒e̷̪̒ẗ̵̬̤̬͑̚s̴̬͒͂
no subject
He doesn't attack a single other patron. He only attacks those who attacked him, swiping at one with sharp claws and hooking his flesh, then slamming him roughly into his buddy. Ryou really does look a fright, golden eyes practically glowing, blood dripping down his face from his lacerated ear. He could have killed them there, of course. Just finished them off for raising a hand against a monster. But he has no reason to kill them right now, he needs to save his energy for the power he really needs to use.
And for whatever people think of him, he's not such a degenerate as to feed in public in front of a whole bar's worth of people. So, he leaves them unconscious, battered, and bleeding. Whatever else happens is not his business.
Within probably a handful of minutes, he's found his way to Atem. He can smell the blood, which is still pretty alluring to him, both as a feeding type and because of what it's a precursor of.
Feeding.
He's probably quite the sight, unfortunately, with bleeding wounds on his side, arms, and one ear practically folded in half from where the skin had been torn open by an errant shot. Ryou knew what he was getting into though. And so now did Jacobsen.
For a moment, Ryou glances at Atem...then he looks back to the human he's pinning. The amount of self-control Atem exercises against his instincts is...it's honestly very impressive. Ryou will definitely be complimenting him later for not tearing Mr. Jacobsen's throat clean out and leaving less than half a corpse for Ryou to pick at, because Ryou hadn't offered Mukuro the same courtesy on his first hunt.
For now though...]
The way I figure it...you must be stupid.
[Ryou's words come out guttural, animalistic. Much as Atem's had, at the start of all this.]
The rules were simple, and rather than follow them, you set your gunmen on us. There's a price that must be paid.
[And as he says that, Ryou tromps slowly, heavily, to where Mr. Jacobsen could see him, could hear the heavy droplets of blood splatter to the ground from Ryou's wounds.]
That's alright though, I already know how people like you are. You're the kind of person who would s̵̪̺̈́̄̚ë̸͓́̉͜ḷ̷͇̊̑l̵͓͇̥̈ ̶͓̮̼̂h̸̳͌̈́͛í̶̤͚̗͑s̴̱̏ ̵̮̞̫̀̔̆s̷̰̤͂̄o̷͇̻͝u̶̙̔l̵͓͔̠̈̇͘ ̶̼̱̏̆͝ͅf̸̯͑͝ȯ̷̭͖͕̿̀ŕ̵̪͘͝ ̵̧̪͙̈́a̸̧̘̤͌͝ ̶͎̎͝c̷̖̯͕̅h̸̺̑͐̒a̴̠̯͌̇̐n̷̬̖͊͜c̷͍̩̏͂ȇ̷̲ ̷̢̞͒a̷͚̱͗̅̓t̴̲̣̱̄ ̸̫͙͖̀͘̚l̴̩̬̲̄͊i̶̢͔͚͂̕ň̸̘̥̕i̷̙̜͖͊n̵̻͖̎g̷̛͚̿̐ ̷͚̭̌h̵͉̺͆i̵̠̅̍s̶̟͊̆̀ ̶̡̤̮̆p̷͓̈̾̋o̵͉͙̯͌̋̚c̴̩̓̀̌k̸̞̉̒e̷̪̒ẗ̵̬̤̬͑̚s̴̬͒͂