Why would you shove an immortal out of harm's way? Idiot robot, best friend.
Staple-gunning a prick's hand isn't the same as stabbing someone, but Nathan figures it's pretty much the same principal and picks up the knife. Before he really knows what he's doing, he's on his feet. "You can't kill me," Nathan sneers.
But Marianella can certainly try. Nathan's wiry and jumpy, and that's about all he has going for him. "Oi, this is your dream," he shouts as he evades a slice perilously close to his neck. "Can't you make me win?"
As if either of them have control over the situation. Marianella manages to corner him, and then there's that lovely familiar sensation of something stabbing him in the stomach. "Not again," Nathan groans, flippant about death even in dreams. But he does manage one flash of brilliance — while he's got Marianella in close quarters, he manages to get her in the arm. More metal, more sparks. "That's not natural," the immortal rasps as blood trickles from his mouth.
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Staple-gunning a prick's hand isn't the same as stabbing someone, but Nathan figures it's pretty much the same principal and picks up the knife. Before he really knows what he's doing, he's on his feet. "You can't kill me," Nathan sneers.
But Marianella can certainly try. Nathan's wiry and jumpy, and that's about all he has going for him. "Oi, this is your dream," he shouts as he evades a slice perilously close to his neck. "Can't you make me win?"
As if either of them have control over the situation. Marianella manages to corner him, and then there's that lovely familiar sensation of something stabbing him in the stomach. "Not again," Nathan groans, flippant about death even in dreams. But he does manage one flash of brilliance — while he's got Marianella in close quarters, he manages to get her in the arm. More metal, more sparks. "That's not natural," the immortal rasps as blood trickles from his mouth.