[Somewhere in the fray, Johnnie glimpses sight of Dante tugging Chrissy aside and it sets him off even more. He whips his knife hand forward, plunging it into the chest of the guy he's closest to, then tries to hold him close despite the fountain of blood to use him as a shield in case one of the others tries to shoot.
Close quarters makes their pistols almost useless, they were too slow to act, unable to predict how quickly he would leap to this level of bloodshed when faced with three men. He's not the type to run. They know that now.]
Get your fuckin' hands off her, asshole!
[Dante just grips Chrissy tighter, sensing her desire to rush in and join, or something. Whatever it is she can't control, this isn't her fight. She's just a girl.
One of the men grabs at Johnnie's hair and pulls back hard, causing him to hiss and curse as he lets go of his human shield. He slams his heel down on the man's foot, then slashes with his knife, but misses anything vital.]
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Close quarters makes their pistols almost useless, they were too slow to act, unable to predict how quickly he would leap to this level of bloodshed when faced with three men. He's not the type to run. They know that now.]
Get your fuckin' hands off her, asshole!
[Dante just grips Chrissy tighter, sensing her desire to rush in and join, or something. Whatever it is she can't control, this isn't her fight. She's just a girl.
One of the men grabs at Johnnie's hair and pulls back hard, causing him to hiss and curse as he lets go of his human shield. He slams his heel down on the man's foot, then slashes with his knife, but misses anything vital.]