Mannequin wrenched his hand back, as if to make it clear that he had let him get that close, that Colin had never really stood a chance. Colin was pulled to one side, and he didn’t have the strength in his midsection to keep from falling over.
It seems like Colin’s getting more ragdoll-y himself.
His knife clattered from his grip as he fell to the floor.
The villain picked up the knife, examined it, then pressed the button to test it.
Uh oh.
You may have given him some ideas, Colin.
The last thing Colin saw before darkness consumed his vision was the bastard using the weapon on the wall beside the window, dust billowing where it made contact.
Oh, okay.
Hey, I told you that was a security threat! For this exact reason!
In the last seconds of consciousness, he heard Dragon’s voice, as if from a far away place. “No! No, no no! Colin! Stay awake! I need you!”
Awake? He’s barely staying alive right now. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, staying alive, staying alive.
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