"Where would be the fun in that? You have to give them at least a sporting chance." Elijah said holding his half broken hand up. He was wearing a grin on his face that could come from deep and scary place.

He too went through the office. Looking for something very special to him. His very special blade, one that almost always drew too much attention for anyone's safety. It was his kukri, it was almost a perfect balance between a blade and a hatchet. There wasn't much defense with the weapon and nowhere near the defense as something like a saber, yet he loved it all the same.  It just meant that he had to get out of the way more. He slid into the back of his belt and he was ready whatever came next.

"Well, lead on then guy. I'm leaving this place one way or another."