Slevin said as he slammed into the side of the car from being dragged by his own arm, the black fluid leaking from his arm seemed kind of gross. He took a breath and just looked around as he tried to calm down and reform his arm into something arm-like, with knives, or something that could stab, he didn't trust Freya, or anyone for that matter besides Ethan.
"Thanks man."
He said in regards to the shooter going down.










