I'm a homemade hand grenade
Living a pipe bomb dream
I love this life I've made
Even if it isn't what it seems
If there was one word to describe Isha, it was confident. He was self-assured, cocky at times, but every move he made he made with confidence.
If there was one word that didn't describe Isha right now, it would be confidence. Unless of course you were saying he was confident in his evasion skills as he ran through the deserted streets of Gunoi as several large crashes sounded out, signifying the Minotaur that he had been hunting on request (and promise of payment by) the Lowbrow Casino. Sure to most anyone else it would have been suicide, but to Isha? To Isha it was a challenge.
Slowing to a jog, Isha made a mental map of Gunoi. After a minute he nodded to himself and scrambled up onto the roof of a nearby shack, eyes scanning the streets before spotting a familiar set of horns sticking over the rooftops.
"Hey you, hay bale breath! Your mother was a heifer, and your father was a cut of ribeye!" Isha yelled as he quickly dodged over to the next rooftop, the one he was on previously having been brought down by a half ton of cow-man.
They kept up the chase, Isha leaping from rooftop to rooftop across streets continuing to taunt the minotaur as he led it into a dead end alleyway, crates stacked high at the back walls of it.
Isha gave one last smug grin at the raging creature as it howled before lowering its head for another charge, dropping the lit match he held in his hands as he jumped away and began to run as the explosives went off one charge after another, killing the beast in one fell bloody swoop.
