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[i]Donny hadn't attacked Rakkan because he disliked supernatural beings. Donny wasn't a racist. He merely removed potential threats and did his job as best he could. He was an equal opportunity asshole. As soon as the gun left his hand, he had reached for another weapon as he ran. A switchblade flickered into his right hand, which in turn for the briefest of moments passed over the watch on his left wrist. Were Rakkan to have a keen enough eye, he'd see a strange black ring that had appeared on Donny's right thumb. These movements were as slick as oil, performed with well-practiced ease. At the peak of his head start, Donny lunged to the side and groped at the silky black hair of a fleeing woman on his left. She was young, tall but clumsy in her high heels. In a trice he'd have swung her around in front of himself as he skidded to a twisting stop, his right hand passing over her head. A faint glint in the air. Tiny beads of blood appearing on her neck. The switchblade would be aimed at her right carotid artery, and the razor wire hidden in his watch barely pressing against her windpipe. He could kill her in an instant. Even if Rakkan was forced to reign himself in right up against the woman, he'd not be likely to stop Donny from slicing her throat if he so chose.

Donny wasn't a racist. he had no preconceived notions about all strange creatures being ruthless. He had observed how Rakkan had been willing to help find a lost object for a stranger, how the alien had spoken in a dignified and educated manner. The freak was civilized, and if it was civilized, it probably valued the life of others. How much? It was time to find out.[/i]

[color=f26522]"Stop yuhsahlf right they-uh friend, make a move closah an' she dead as uh Tallahassee whore. Naow back away slowly, abaowt several paces..."[/color]

[i]If Rakkan obeyed and backed a fair distance away, then Donny would suddenly shove the woman towards him before turning full around to run again, this time with a potentially better start than before. The wire would still be around the young lady's neck. If Rakkan allowed her to stumble or fall in order to run down Donny, she'd certainly die. He'd have to choose to either catch his opponent, or save a life. Maybe both, if Rakkan was particularly quick and clever in how he went about his business.[/i]