>wake up from nap before work
>get breakfast ready
>check this thread
>smile like a boss
I now have a new direction for my deranged Russian Hunter.
Also, a roleplay story, to round out the asskickery.
Greentext, I choose you!
>party is on downtime from recent mission
>recovering from wounds accrued during fights with local gangs
>relaxing in steam bath
>NPC with evil tattoos sits next to me, apparently oblivious
>look over, see tattoos
>they look over, see mine
>Siberian prison tats, entire Soviet anthem on sleeves
>lean back, put hot towel over face
>say the following, to no one in particular
"I have beaten five men to death in the last three days. One died screaming, two died quietly and two died the deaths of dogs. I have bested my weight in every species of animal which ever crossed my path with the intention to wound me. The only animal I have not, nor shall not, put the hand of harm upon is the mighty Ursus arctos collaris, the East Siberian brown bear, because it, too, knows the winds of the hoarfrost Hell that is Siberia." Deep sigh.
>sit up, remove towel
"Are you a bear, then?"
>man opens his wallet from his nearby jeans, takes out a picture of his wife/kids, kisses it, sets it down, looks back to me
"Maybe not. But, to see my wife and kids again, I'll give you a Hell of a fight."
>consider this a moment, lean back, replace towel on face
"If I wake and see you, you'd better be a bear, Mister Wife and Kids. You'd better be all the bear you can be."
>wake up alone in steam room
Not every fight needs initiative rolled.