Okay, Eliot couldn't not watch that, as best as he could, anyway. He couldn't help but grin as he caught glimpses of the techniques he'd taught her in the blur of her movements. They'd work on the whole 'disarm, unload, and dechamber' thing when it came to fighting a guy with a gun later. When they weren't both rather a bit busy.
Fortunately, the Butcher was rather distracted by the whole display as well, if for a different reason. "Bonzai?!" he shouted. "Someone kill her already!" Then he grunted as Eliot took advantage of his distraction to drive a couple of his own punches -- quick in their own right, but agonizingly slow in comparison to Kathy's -- to the man's midsection. The Butcher roared and swung with the knife again, and Eliot ran out of attention to spare.
As for the Butcher's other cronies, they had their orders. They maybe weren't super certain right now they'd be able to carry them out, but "someone kill her already" wasn't really open to interpretation. Two of them moved on Kathy at a time, guns drawn.
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Date: 2015-11-19 09:16 pm (UTC)Fortunately, the Butcher was rather distracted by the whole display as well, if for a different reason. "Bonzai?!" he shouted. "Someone kill her already!" Then he grunted as Eliot took advantage of his distraction to drive a couple of his own punches -- quick in their own right, but agonizingly slow in comparison to Kathy's -- to the man's midsection. The Butcher roared and swung with the knife again, and Eliot ran out of attention to spare.
As for the Butcher's other cronies, they had their orders. They maybe weren't super certain right now they'd be able to carry them out, but "someone kill her already" wasn't really open to interpretation. Two of them moved on Kathy at a time, guns drawn.