Snippet #2757878

The masked man listened intently to the girl, she seemed flummoxed. Then all at once her surprise turned to action, lunging at him with a knife. "Pish Posh, i've more laceration wounds than I care to count." He rolled with the lunge, catching the knife in the upper shoulder. A mere flesh wound, cutting instruments need to target arteries to be lethal.

With a kick, his boot-heel connected with the girl's stomach. They rolled for a moment, in a confused mass of fighting, before he disconnected with the girl. The knife had hit bone, but knives were ill-suited to pierce bone, and he pulled it free with an angry shrug. "Hey! Do you know how rare Novocaine spray is nowadays!?" He grumbled some more, feeling the knife and its weight. It was ill-suited as a weapon, and he tossed it behind him.

Blood seeped from his shoulder, staining his nice jacket. "You're really starting to irk me, you know that? Do you have any idea how painful it is to stitch up a knife wound!?" He spat on the ground, moving towards the girl. "Now listen up, I'm not here to hurt you, but stab me again and we'll see where the evening takes us! I've asked very little of you, the least you could do is oblige." He fumbled a can of anesthetic spray out of his pocket, spraying his shoulder down thoroughly.

"Now.... I'm going to ask nicely, one more time. Then you get to be reunited with your father. What did Hoodie give you?" Virtus pulled a small Zip-Gun out of his jacket. A gun made of improvised material, but by no means any less lethal. It was small, a simple .22, but he had a feeling Jennifer had never been shot before, and the shock was more than most people could take.