by FallingLikeTheSnow » Wed Mar 25, 2015 4:43 pm
Johnathan raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, brows furrowing in a seemingly calm sense of surprise. "Woah, Michael, just-just put that down, alright?" He cocked his head to the side, leaning left, bending in on himself and lowering his hands in an odd attempt to placate the other, giving a nervous laugh. "You know, I won't be able to feel if you shoot me, so I'll either be fine or bleed out, your choice. But I'd really rather not."
He looked to Felix for some sort of aid, but only found an empty space. He frowned.
"Felix said she was good with knives. He's got gills in his back, angled with precision that can't have been accidental." He took a few sublte and fluid steps back from the other. "See? Just catching up."
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