my silly little trimax theory that i will forever stand by is that i think razlo was the one who actually ran forward to catch jasmine when she fell off the roof when they were kids.
my main reasoning is that when he runs forward, he’s completely obscured in shadow, with only his left eye visible. which is how razlo is often portrayed in livio’s flashbacks!!
[Image ID: A panel from Trigun: Maximum volume 9, depicting the scene in which Livio runs forward to catch Jasmine as she falls off the orphanage, roof. In the panel, he rushes between two kids, who are depicted in normal detail, while he himself is obscured by shadow with only his left eye shown as a single white dot. end ID]
while I do think it was livio who was fronting by the time he actually caught jasmine, i sincerely believe it was razlo who got them running in the first place. plus, we see this scene from wolfwood’s point of view, and of course he wouldn’t be able to actually know if it was livio or not in that moment
So, Bruce is defeated because he has been beaten, drugged and brainwashed by a cult leader. He doesn't have the will to fight, until he loses sight of Jason. It's the thought of Jason being hurt that unleash a fury. He's so violent, it also surprises his boy.
bc i know you’ve been in a pokemon mood … throws @hamadacare a heal ball ⭐ in where he is protected on a regular errand day
Long hair sways with the rhythm of bouncier curls, marching in-step with the pace of pensiveness from his dearest. Arven was on route to replenish necessities; not just for their lighthouse but to divulge in the simple pleasure of a homemade delicacy. The sweet redolence of honey permeated the warm summer day, letting him know they’ve arrived. Mabosstiff becomes a guard dog for the most important person in life, watching Arven bid away at stands and plumping his bag of groceries. If there was any feeling worse than being robbed of the day’s head pats was the possibility of Arven having any sort of bad day. His dearest was made differently, more generous than he’d let on and being out of his pokeball aided in keeping certain swindlers at bay; his bigger-than-average size for his breed being a factor at play.
Of course by his nature, his nose whiffs him to a stranger who needs the same safeguard, by oneself on a bench. Unknowing to the loose bag beside him, an intention that should have been prevented before his own walk of errands. Glancing at the good company his trainer was in, gently does Mabosstiff leave his side. Closer, he takes on a more cautious approach, eye contact persistent in a silent way to call attention to the distracted man before parking in front of his legs.
“Mamba? Oh my god … get back here."
Laced with a nervous chuckle Arven signals for him to return, only to see Mabosstiff address him with a glance in his unmoved spot.
“Sorry, you know, he doesn’t pay this much attention to others when he’s out like this but today seems like he had other plans.”