Snippet #1736472

Saint gave Angel an indignant look. Really, he was the leader of this organization and this little girl before them thought he was lying. The nerve. Nonetheless, he bit back a chuckle at her words to Angel. No one spoke to her like that. They knew better, nonetheless, she provided an opening he needed.

With speed greater than his relaxed demeanor suggested, he closed the distance between himself and Catherine before sweeping a kick beneath her feet, catching her off balance as he flicked out his plasma knife. When she landed on the ground he held it up to her neck.

"Are you done yipping like a small dog yet? You ought to learn that appearances can be deceiving," he told her with a light grin, "Perhaps this was all an act to lower your guard. People expect the Saint to be a larger than life figure with flames huffing out of his nostrils and thunder coming out of his ass when he lets one off. They do not expect him to walk around the streets like a normal person, eat like normal person, and bloody fuck like a normal person.

He grinned over at Angel at the last part, "Well, that last part isn't true. He fucks like bloody legend, but I digress. I am just a normal person. That's why the Society fears me. I'm a normal person that got tired of being fucked around by them."

He grinned, putting away his knife and offering her his hand, "Welcome to our little group, Miss Catherine. You're not Society, that's for sure. But please refrain from crude overtures to my lieutenant. I will not hold her liable for the terrible, painful death she would inflict upon you if you did."