He wouldn’t be able to distract the lunatic with words while he acted. He could only pray.
Good luck, I guess. I don’t think you’ll be able to kill him, but I guess you might be able to severely hamper him.
Don’t do it for me, God. I probably don’t deserve the chance. Do it for every soul this motherfucker would kill from here on out if I fail.
I guess he does care on some level. Good to know. 🙂
He thrust out the knife, swept it towards his opponent’s chest cavity. His hand stopped.
Hm?
With his vision in his good eye failing him, it took him a second to see why. Mannequin’s hand gripped his wrist.
Ah.
He pushed, as if he could beat this monster in strength. By some miracle, his hand moved a fraction closer to his enemy’s chest. He redoubled his efforts, and it moved still closer.
To beat this Mad Dummy, you gotta have DETERMINATION!
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