“Shoot, boy!” The man tightened his grip Tom’s shoulder.
Not gonna help if he keeps aiming for the “chest”…
The teenager obeyed, firing thrice more into the swarm, aiming too high to hit me. Two more shots struck where my chest would have been. The third passed through my fake ‘head’.
Getting colder, Tom, much like your blood.
Tom, his eyes wide in alarm, decided to change targets. He swung his arm to my right to point his handgun at Bitch.
…not good. Bullets aren’t going to pass through her… well, not without hurting her on the way, at least.
I lunged forward, drawing the knife and swinging it in one motion. I stabbed Tom in the thigh, as Bitch simultaneously evaded to one side. Through a combination of my attack, Tom having to adjust his aim and Bitch’s movements, the shot went astray.
Niice.
As Tom fell over, I collapsed the swarm on top of him. Avoiding touching him directly, I pulled the gun from his hand, retrieved my knife, and stabbed the point of the knife down on his palm to eliminate any possibility of him retaliating or grabbing for his weapon.
By not touching him directly, she keeps up the illusion that she doesn’t have a more physical body underneath the bugs.
On an impulse, I drew the knife across his forehead.
Hm. Okay, then.
According to Brian, cuts to the forehead were rarely serious, but they bled enough to looklike they were.
Ah, I see – another piece of intimidation without actually doing serious harm.
It was a fact that people that staged fights often played up, and a technique boxers used to blind their opponents with blood in the eyes.
Interesting. 🙂
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