You're a violent little one, aren't you? [i]It was difficult to tell whether Wilson was being sarcastic or not, but either way, it didn't matter. Reloading. He let off another volley of rifle fire, ripping into more of them. Wolf had drawn his sword, and went in swinging with a blade in each hand. One fell grasping his spurting artery, another was ran through, a third decapitated, a fourth gutted like a fish. The kid was wicked with blades.[/i]