“Somebody here’s threatening, but too stupid to fight well?” Ziran asked nobody in particular, twitching his ear. A perfect example of something going right over somebody’s head.

“I suppose. I wouldn’t have a clue who he’s talking about though,” Mercutio said, feigning ignorance.

~

“Seven,” Matt thought, looking at the tourist. He gritted his teeth. As the man droned on and on, Rosencruex imagined himself breaking a slab of cement over his own head. “Eight…”

Now as the man talked about whatever the hell subject his mind was currently on, Matt pictured himself drowning. “Nine…”

The tourist laughed at some joke he’d just made, and lightly nudged the Legend Killer with his elbow. Matt wondered how it would feel to be decapitated. “Ten. Ten things that are better than sitting next to this guy.”

~

“Let’s put our very existence on the line?” Cain echoed, turning around and looking at the quincy. He laughed and cracked his neck. “You’ve got a flair for the dramatic. I guess that explains the outfit.”

Adonai lightly squatted, staring at Monroe with his good eye. Now it was time to turn things up a notch. Direct beatdowns were always fun. Nothing quite like good old fisticuffs, the vampire believed. Kicking it old school.

“Fine. Just remember that you asked for this,” Cain said, before he disappeared.