OOC: Trigger Warning: This is Rainier. Rainier is a disgusting piece of human filth that will torture, murder, rape anything, including the dead or dying. This man is not remotely human.
"Take no prisoners!" Rainier called loudly, before pulling up the massive assualt cannon, cutting through the fleeing mob of civillians with high caliber rounds, filled with depleted plutonium. It pierced flesh, shredded through bones and left the refugees in nothing but a gory paste of guts, shattered bones and shredded, bloody flesh. The man, in his pristine white powersuit trudged through the heaps of gore, looking down at a woman that had been shot in... Well, had her leg blown off completely.
Yet she was defiantly trying to crawl away. Heading for a closed door. He threw the assualt cannon aside. And a sickening grin formed behind the facemask of his powersuit. "Better strap up bitch. I've killed so much people my dick doesn't go down. Adrenaline and all that," he snarled as he stopped infront of the door and gripped the woman's hair. Pulling her up and slamming her against the door, knocking some teeth from her jaw. "Please, no," she begged with a faint murmur, causing Rainier to croon.
"Please, yes," he grunted in response, tearing the woman's pants down. Gripping the stump that remained of her leg with his free hand, gripping it hard enough for some more blood to spurt out. "If ya get lucky, you'll die halfway through," he murmured. The locks of his armour disengaged. It meant it would hold the current position. The harsh grip on her hair and severed leg. His real hands now went to work on cutting the pants off of the woman. Or at least, where he needed to be, uncaring whether he cut her in the process. "There we go," he grunted softly, pulling out his member to ram it into wherever he had first access. Ass or pussy, it mattered not. And he began a slow and spiteful thrusting.
Halfway through, he pulled out his pistol and forced it against the woman's head, pulling the trigger. And roughly ten minutes later, he finished, pulling out again and throwing the corpse aside. "There we go. No prisoners," he grunted, before glancing at the door. "What's inside you?" He inquired as he drew back into his armour again, the airtight seals hissing shut again.
A loud clunk later, he kicked in the door, completely destroying the metal, before looking through, glancing down at Vlinde. "Well, what are you? A cast away, huh?" He inquired, taking out his pistol.