Andy saw how the red-haired gunman walked away to a safe distance and threatened the injured thug with his gun. Perhaps this was an ally of the knight who had shot at them, it was also a wounded human being and that was something he couldn’t ignore. He was about to walk over when the light reflecting off the shimmering and shifting metal on the limousine caught his attention and stared at the spikes that suddenly burst out. He was glad he wasn’t close to the vehicle anymore, being impaled by something like would be both painful and lethal, unless there was some luck involved and nothing of importance was pierced.  

The howling and sobbing of the thug caught his attention. “That’s it,” he muttered and he strode forward, although he almost missed a step when his body suddenly felt different. Lighter? It didn’t matter, it was just one of the many strange things that had happened here. What mattered were the real things he could actually do something about. The crippled, crying thug for instance, that was one thing that mattered now. He lifted his arm and pointed to the gunman who had killed their driver. “Fire one bullet and I swear I’ll make you eat it,” he warned him. “You can interrogate him as much as you want [i]after[/i] I looked at his wounds.”