The scent of blood was strong, rich and metallic and heavy in the air as the two men circled back and faced off once more. Joseph had seen better days, needless to say, glancing slightly to the right and spatting out some blood while his infected eye lingered on the man who had once been his captain. The only reason he'd lasted this long against the older man's superior strength and speed was his enhanced healing ability…and the fact he'd been lucky enough to get a few hits in himself, having finally sacrificed his handgun in this conflict that had been a long time coming. The younger blond could sometimes be perceptive..this man, this monster, was by far much more unstable then the person he'd once known..and had used that instability to his own advantage, despite the punishment he'd taken along with it.
"You know I once actually respected you, Wesky." He confessed, rasping wearily, as he watched the beast, the wannabe god, before him. His breaths came fast, came hard, one of his lungs had been punctured from the last blow by a rib and his body worked hard to repair that damage. "Whether you believe that or not. Sure, you had a two-by-four rammed up your ass so deep you were sprouting a tree outta your mouth, but shit man, you had been a good captain. So what made you decide to betray us. Money? Power?" Joseph shook his head. Tired. He was so damn tired now. "And now look at you. You're like some freakin' rabid animal."
Movement. Movement from the other man. Joseph had the time to look back fully to the maniacal maniac that had fooled them all, once, and brace himself as he sneered and lunged.
Oi, it's gonna be a loooong day..