Re: In New York City...
One instant he's there in front of her, drawing fire for the sonic scream, the next he's not. The point to him going in first was to make sure Deathwatch got a chance to act, after all.
He moves back in a graceful blur, his hands moving almost too fast to follow. Theresa can feel metal on skin, the sharpest and coldest of knife edges touching her stomach, her breasts, her shoulders. But there's no blood, his touch faint enough to just leave the shallowest of white marks in an X over her bare skin, before the blade comes to her throat.
"Now, now... let's be quiet please, or I will cut you for real."
Provided she keeps her mouth shut after the demonstration of how quickly the threat can be made real, he'll nod to Deathwatch to begin putting her out.
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