Gentleman's Agreement

"… Hah… where do you think… you're going…?!"

At those hagged, angry words, Cyanide stopped in his tracks, momentarily stunned. It was the first time he has been truly impressed in his life. Even a whole ass explosion was not enough to kill that brute? What was he, too angry to die?

Spinning around, Cyanide narrowed his eyes, only to see his enemy struggling to his feet, breathing ragged and heavy.

His entire body was bruised, battered, and painted black from smoke and ash, but he was alive. Alive, despite an entire oil tank's worth of explosions and fire.

"… You still want more?" Cyanide asked, voice as cold and emotionless as ever as he placed his hand on his gun.

But contrary to what he expected, Ragnar shook his head.