[ heine doesn't know much about nurses, but he's pretty sure they're not supposed to look like this—grimy and bloodstained, wielding a table leg as the person wearing the outfit comes flying down the hallway at him.
immediately he moves to defend himself, bringing his forearm up to take the brunt of the swing while his other arm, knife in hand, comes up to slash across the attacker's torso. heine is good with a knife—not half as good as he is with a gun, of course, but more than passable. he's even used to fighting in the dark. what he doesn't have is his normal reflexes, his normal strength that would give him an advantage over anyone who came his way.
he cusses under his breath as he twists away from the other person, dodging to avoid another swing of the chair leg. the knife can only do so much, after all, as it requires him to be up close and personal—heine is going to need a weapon that will let him do more damage at a distance. ]
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immediately he moves to defend himself, bringing his forearm up to take the brunt of the swing while his other arm, knife in hand, comes up to slash across the attacker's torso. heine is good with a knife—not half as good as he is with a gun, of course, but more than passable. he's even used to fighting in the dark. what he doesn't have is his normal reflexes, his normal strength that would give him an advantage over anyone who came his way.
he cusses under his breath as he twists away from the other person, dodging to avoid another swing of the chair leg. the knife can only do so much, after all, as it requires him to be up close and personal—heine is going to need a weapon that will let him do more damage at a distance. ]