Richard put down the paints when he heard the helicopter land. He walked out in the snow with the same clothes he had worn inside. He saw Mordtoten and walked over with a smile on his face, he spoke simply and slightly too cheery.
"Hi there, remember me?" He followed the statement with a punch to the throat with every ounce of strength he could muster. He felt Mordtoten's windpipe collapse before he saw him fall to the ground.
"I keep my fucking promises, but since I can't kill you because your friends would return the favor. I guess kicking your ass will have to do. Now get up." He spoke in a tone that gave away how much he wanted to kill the man in front of him. He followed the phrase with a strong kick to the face. He knew it would at least leave a nice swollen and heavily bruised area, if not knock a few teeth out.
"Hi there, remember me?" He followed the statement with a punch to the throat with every ounce of strength he could muster. He felt Mordtoten's windpipe collapse before he saw him fall to the ground.
"I keep my fucking promises, but since I can't kill you because your friends would return the favor. I guess kicking your ass will have to do. Now get up." He spoke in a tone that gave away how much he wanted to kill the man in front of him. He followed the phrase with a strong kick to the face. He knew it would at least leave a nice swollen and heavily bruised area, if not knock a few teeth out.