Recent content by Sean Wicke

Sean winced as he overheard the Beast's response to the inquiry. Questions three? There was stalling, and then there was panicking. This seemed much more the latter. He shifted his grip on his frying pan as he leaned into the shadows of the doorway, readying himself to move if the situation...

Sean turned and walked away as the young vixen led the Sean hunters off his trail, the harbor wind racing through the Slups and Trenches carrying the multitude of flyers all bearing his face like a flurry around them. The frying pan hung low by his side, glistening liquid already gathered in...

Sean snarled first as he caught something moving toward him, then he registered just who had joined the fight. His lips curled into a grin, recognizing the training he'd poured into Jill already at work. "Don't let 'em pin you, kid," he warned as he started to move, heading for an alley...

(Meant to post this last week, but missed my cue. Oh well! A happy belated Beat-a-Sean Day everyone!) The lair of the AffecSeanados was luxuriously appointed, the walls paneled in dark oak that reflected back the firelight in an orange hue. Shadows from the tall-backed armchairs spaced before...

Sean grunted as he shouldered another blow, a jab to the throat repaying it in kind. "Forgot to grab eggs," he replied, his tone disgruntled as he swung into the crowd with a few broken links of chain he'd taken from one of the fallen. "See you're still defending the innocent. Reckon we should...

Sean would have cursed if he hadn't been short of breath already. His shin smarted from the kick, and he knew that if the fox threw his weight, they would both go down. Gritting his teeth, he slammed his free fist into Fanjo's abdomen, hoping that he could wind the fox enough to turn the tide...

Sean followed after Jill, moving more sedately, purpose in his steps. "Kid," he said, his voice soft but firm. "You can't save 'em all. Most folks don't even want help, and they'll spit on you if you try. If you hang your whole life on it, it'll just crush you."

Sean grunted as the blow struck his leg, sending him stumbling and off-balance. Something in the act rewired his mind, awakening him to just how few rules there were in this arena. He bared his teeth at his foe, and he swung from the side, this time not aiming for his face, but to catch him from...

Sean pressed his advantage for two more strikes, then fell back, instinct telling him not to overextend himself. He was still more adjusted to fighting crowds and having the advantage of potential weapons just lying around him, so his training sacrificed the momentum to satisfy his desire to...

"Hey." The crowd surrounding Ruffano turned, some of them composed of recent refugees from those who had just been harassing Mina Rose and battling the Beast in the Iron Mask, and looked at the source of the interruption. The wildcat was well-dressed, far too much so for this part of town, his...

Sean hated this holiday. It irked him to no end that the residents of this 'Gates-forsaken empire were so bloodthirsty that they required not one, but two, holidays devoted to wanton violence. At least this time he wasn't being specifically targeted. As the ale bottle shattered across his back...

Sean grew quiet at that question, his mind going back to a schoolboy, confused and afraid, struggling to make sense of the abuse that rained down on him, not just on one day, but every day from his peers. He shifted, putting his arm around Jill's shoulders and pulling her in so she could cry...

Sean had been caught off-guard by the sudden surge of rage. It put all of his own training to the test, trying to turn his face in order to make sure the blows landed where they would do the least amount of damage. Even then, he was sure he had more than a few cuts and scrapes, and would have...

Whatever Sean had been expecting, it wasn't that. He stared at the hissing, spitting weasel, contemplating whether it had been driven mad by some rare disease, or was simply a product of this country's own all-consuming madness. He shook his head, straightening up. "Build your empire on some...

Sean hesitated just a moment, considering backing off and giving the Beast a moment to recover... but no, he decided. No one else would give them that opportunity; if they were to survive as a vigilante, or even get through a single Beat-a-Sean Day by his side, they would need to be prepared...