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Death filled the area around them as the assasins one by one fell to the ground, but Giacomo now faced two that seemed to be wary of his torch and were hesitant chosing their weapon of choice. Afterall, the wrench and blowtorch covered both ends, the wrench was a heavy and slow weapon with lots of potential power, to which one would draw a light and quick weapon like a dagger, however the blowtorch was a quick weapon that only needs to touch to generate a waterfall of misery to the victim. In the end they drew daggers and kept their distance with Giacomo, a wise decision knowing the fuel would run out eventualy. It gave Giacomo the option to wait untill the others would be done with their opponents and help him out. Unfortunatly that didn't seem to be a viable option, as the fuel would probably run out before that. And almost as soon as that thought was processed by Giacomo's mind the flame began to die down, it's size deminishing with every passing second untill the flame is to weak to hold itself and ceases to exist with a hiss.

A slight smile can be read from the assasins faces as they draw closer into the safe zone made by Giacomo's torch... Like a mouse drawn to the cheese on the trap. A slight grin makes appearant that the assasins had made a mistake. But before they could react the blowtorch was brought to their faces and a sudden burst of gass sprouted out of the nozzle, the cold gass slow to ignite due to absence of enough oxygen gives the men a cold embrace in their lungs. At least untill the still gass spewing nozzle managed to mix the gass with oxygen and by the nozzles residue heat ignites the gass, turning the air in front of the torch into an infernal fireball. Followed by the screams of the men who were literraly screaming out their lungs, both from pain and in a desperate attempt to survive by forcing the flames out of the body. It however was in vein for one of both, but the other by miracle and by being further from the gass cloud. The still standing man however had coughed up blood and no longer seemed to be as fit as he was, which was not strange. And even Giacomo who was acustomed to the heat of the torch due to the near daily exposure to it had to drop the blowtorch due to the extreme heat from the fireball.

Both of them weren't in their best shape, but neither would show any sign of weakness untill the other was downed. A soft hiss between them confirmed giacomo's thoughts, even with the short moment of sparing the gass it was not enough. His blowtorch was now completly drained of fuel and useless. As Giacomo passed a glance at the blowtorch the assasin went for the chance and tried to stab giacomo in the heart with a head on attack. His attack however proved that he was at his last legs, as Giacomo was able to dodge the attack with relative ease. Still clutching the wrench in one hand he went into his pockets with the other, drawing a rather small claw-hammer out of it. Not heavy enough to make it's flat end usefull, but the clawed back end was known to be a potential headsplitter, at least so he heard from the usual stories that roulated around through Marchfield. Though they were quite often overboard with the concequenses, they did help keep poeple on edge about the dangers of the tools, at least for a while. But now it was the deadly side that Giacomo wanted to use. The assasin still recovering from the failed attack was now easy to hit for Giacomo. Without even needing to resort to using the hammer he swung the wrench at the assasins head, missing it due to a sudden move of the man, but it only changed the place of impact as now the neck and spinal cord were in the path. A loud cracking noise followed by a bloody sight of the internally incaptation and partial external decapitation confirmed the fate of the man, nobody could survive that. Nobody would even want to survive such a horror.