<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br/>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> To the Bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Putting down <br/>a slave revolt<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara, Noah, Twitch, Steve<br/><hr/></div><br/>Again his relatively calm tone gave no hint of how incredulous the whole situation seemed to him. "On my way."<br/><br/>"Have fun Steven." He said casually to the two locked in mortal combat before him. He seemed hellbent on having his one on one, and Big Tim had no raised any objection to the idea, so he left them to it. He walked briskly, heading toward the bus and noting someone had already dropped off the spoils of war outside the bus...probably Giga judging from how quickly the heavy supplies made their way here.<br/><br/>He stepped into the bus and moved toward the back. He spent a good ten seconds or so simply taking in the scene before him. The signs of struggle. Twitch inside the bus. Never a good thing. An armed slave. Even less of a good thing. That one demanded swift attention, so with surprising quickness his long legs ate up the distance between them an in sudden burst of action he stripped the gun from Noah's grasp with one hand, and backhanded Noah across the face with the other. Some things are simply not tolerated afterall. An armed slave cheif amongst them.<br/><br/>Though it did not appear as if he put any particular effort into the blow, Noah would likely register this as one of the sharpest and most powerful blows he had ever been dealt in his life, unless he'd ever been hit by Giga. It wasn't a fist, otherwise it might have knocked him out on the spot. But even that simple backhanded slap was likely enough to split his lip open and stagger him, if not knock him down.<br/><br/>With the immediate danger ended, he once again took a few moments to simply...absorb the scene. Noah. Twitch. Sara. His gaze slid fully to each in turn. Perhaps this was his own fault in a way. In hindsight, leaving the tweaked out, high strung loser of the pack in charge of guarding the slaves seemed unwise. Apparently even THIS simple job was too much responsibility for Twitch.<br/><br/>Noah. Twitch. Sara. Again his gaze slid over each in turn.<br/><br/>It started with a smirk. Then a snicker. Then a chuckle. And soon he was laughing uproariously...although if Noah made any attempt to straighten up again it would earn him another rebuke in the form of a second thunderous backhand. Once he was done laughing, he slowly settled down, shaking his head and smirking. "Well...what to do about this. Chris is gonna be damn dissapointed when Tim hears about this. That mouth of yours probably won't be so pretty anymore. "<br/><br/>He glanced down at Twitch again and snickered. "Then again...it is just Twitch, afterall."<br/><br/>OOC Note: The time he spent taking in the scene and laughing about it should be sufficient for Chris or someone else to arrive before him and see the gun in noah's hands before Dom disarmed him if you still want to abuse the redhead :)