derricks

Resigned Sak! or in this case Zak! this is just a little concept doodle planning on making more drawings of him that isn’t so rough like this one hope you like this little artist that likes to hide his face and loves a lizard with pink hair!

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Taj + Derrick (since I just kind randomly picked a Pub fellow, hopefully I do him some justice)


I grimaced as shots went over my head and slammed into the wall I was facing. I sighed, tilting my head to peek around the edge of the table. It was laying on its side to provide cover. I leaned back and narrowed my eyes at the blonde human man crouching beside me.

“Do I even want to know what you did to piss them off?” I muttered, fingers tapping to count the throwing knives secreted into my belt.

“Confidential,” he said with a smirk, but his blue eyes were serious and sharp, measuring the situation.

“Pfft,” I grunted, shifting to get my feet under me so I could move. “Typical SIS,” I muttered scornfully.

That caught him off guard for a moment and that hawk-keen gaze narrowed at me. “How did–”

“Former military,” I said, sliding a knife into my palm. “I recognize the training is all. Most wouldn’t.”

He grunted and shifted the blaster in his hand, rocking his weight a moment before moving. He ran, firing a few shots and probably heading for the bar to take better cover.

“Wait! There’s– Damn it,” I swore, muscles tightening.

He didn’t notice or just thought he could handle the gang member hiding behind the bar. I had my doubts. It was a big, thick Houk with a heavy rifle. I had my doubts about my unnamed agent ‘friend’s’ ability to deal with that at close range. I stood as the Houk turned toward the blonde, bringing the blaster up. A hard flick of my wrist sent the knife hissing through the air. It buried into the Houk’s throat with a meaty sound in the same moment a shot took him in the throat.

I took advantage of the gang’s shock to run, rolling over the bar in a crash of dishes and broken glasses. I landed on a knee, hissing with discomfort. My leather armor kept me from getting cut up, but it wasn’t comfortable.

“Nice throw,” the human said, grinning. He was having a good time.

“Nice shot,” I said, chuckling and offering a hand for a second. “Taj.”

“Derrick.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Derrick Lewis stops Shamil Abdurahimov in the 4th.

Shit fight but The Black Beast at least does us the courtesy of cutting it short by stopping Shamil in the 4th. Good thing this was the 5 rounder cause he would have lost a 3 rounder. If Lewis was a better wrestler, dude would be a top 5 fighter.

Props to Derrick Lewis for recognizing it was a bad performance in the post fight interview. Dude is disappointed and wants to do better. Think he fell in love with his power heading into this one. Too focused on the big shot and not on touching his opponent.

There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.
—  Derrick Jensen, A Language Older Than Words