Pardon me for not being used to fighting living mannequins.
[ He winds up with the piece of rebar in his hands like he's in the outfield at Yankee Stadium and caves in the chest of the last one. Plastic splinters fly everywhere like shrapnel and the mannequin crumples to the ground in two pieces and doesn't move. He stares at them all for a couple of seconds, daring them to start moving again, and then slowly relaxes once they don't. ]
Well they looked normal enough at a distance. And it wasn't like I was gonna just leave some poor woman to fend for herself. [ And then, because his mama raised him right. ] But thanks for the help.
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Yes. Yes he does. ]
Pardon me for not being used to fighting living mannequins.
[ He winds up with the piece of rebar in his hands like he's in the outfield at Yankee Stadium and caves in the chest of the last one. Plastic splinters fly everywhere like shrapnel and the mannequin crumples to the ground in two pieces and doesn't move. He stares at them all for a couple of seconds, daring them to start moving again, and then slowly relaxes once they don't. ]
Well they looked normal enough at a distance. And it wasn't like I was gonna just leave some poor woman to fend for herself. [ And then, because his mama raised him right. ] But thanks for the help.
[ Well. For a given definition of 'help'. ]