The man, clearly a mute, wrote down his response to Venator on a notepad. He lifted the pad up to show Venator the words ‘I’m Sorry’ and Venator sighed sorrowfully. “It is pointless to apologize for an action you have yet to commit, contradictory even. Regardless you will not die a lair, for you WILL be sorry.” Venator said as the man approached him. As the man took out a scalpel Venator laid his head back against the table and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. The blade was stuck into the center of his hand and he exhaled calmly, opened his eyes, and leaned his head back up to face the man. 

The blood from the wound did not flow down the sides of his hand, but rather twisted its way up around the blade, engulfing it in a layer of thick red liquid. In a fraction of a second the mass was condensed into a ball, contorting the metal into a rugged mess like a crumpled piece of paper. Venator shifted the blood into a spike, releasing the remnants of the scalpel from its hold. Before the metallic mass even landed upon the table, Venator launched the maroon spike towards his assailant. He aimed for the center of the man’s hand, the same hand he had used to hold the scalpel, and the same spot in which he had just stabbed Venator. He did not want to take the mans life because the man had attempted to show remorse; however, he was more than prepared to kill him if he insisted on carrying out his attacks.