Broken
The man steps his foot towards you and snaps a switchblade out from his back pocket. The blade comes out with a *shhlikk*. The bathroom's single, uncovered light bulb casts a glow on the edge.
"Get out of here. Now." is his brief, terse answer. His eyes are nailed at you in a mad stare. He's holding the knife towards you.
Knives don't scare you. You've encountered many in your life, and some in a way more frightening perspective. Funny. He's intimidated by you enough to rely on a weapon, despite his size advantage. Either he is a coward, or he sees that you're not the average amateur vigilante, which would mean he has some experience too. He's around 10 feet away from you. You could try and raise your gun, but it could be risky at this distance; he might lunge at you, which is especially dangerous now that he's wielding a knife. You could also try to disarm him. You're a trained martial artist, so you aren't afraid of hand to hand combat. Still, you are currently a little rusty due to lack of practice.
The woman has shakily managed to get up in her corner, and is now leaning her skinny, tall structure against the kitchen sink. Her gaze is observing the situation. She looks at you briefly, then back at the man.
"Get out of here. Now." is his brief, terse answer. His eyes are nailed at you in a mad stare. He's holding the knife towards you.
Knives don't scare you. You've encountered many in your life, and some in a way more frightening perspective. Funny. He's intimidated by you enough to rely on a weapon, despite his size advantage. Either he is a coward, or he sees that you're not the average amateur vigilante, which would mean he has some experience too. He's around 10 feet away from you. You could try and raise your gun, but it could be risky at this distance; he might lunge at you, which is especially dangerous now that he's wielding a knife. You could also try to disarm him. You're a trained martial artist, so you aren't afraid of hand to hand combat. Still, you are currently a little rusty due to lack of practice.
The woman has shakily managed to get up in her corner, and is now leaning her skinny, tall structure against the kitchen sink. Her gaze is observing the situation. She looks at you briefly, then back at the man.