[i]I stop what I'm doing, the orb still glowing. The wound finishes closing, but it's not completely healed. I put my hands up. [/i] [b]"Bad choice of words, my friend."[/b] [i]As my hands rise, so does a shadow from beside him, hitting his hand hard on the way up. It's as hard as a rock, knocking the gun from his hand. I bring my hands down, the shadow going down straight on his head, splitting it in half, brain matter everywhere.[/i] [b]"Hmph."[/b] [i]I walk towards the cells, room seemingly clear.[/i]