Shouta felt the blood seep and harden around his hand, and realized exactly how this wannabe killer made the needle. He figured this out at the same time one of the Desert Eagles was lowered to his face. Shouta did two things at once- first, he dropped as quickly as he could. Secondly, he unwound the long strip of cloth and quickly snared it around his opponent's wrist, tugging it to the side so the bullet missed him. Panting, Shouta found time to say a few words. "Now THIS is a fight!" He pulled his cleaver out of the man's hand and dropped it to the ground. with the man's controllable blood on it, he would be better off not using it.