[spoiler]Continuing positions, yeah![/spoiler] [u]Having been charging at a low angle with his saw held in front of his body, the bullet slams into a flat part of the Whirligig Saw's front. As he flies towards Irina, he begins to jab upwards with the spinning blades towards her stomach in an attempt to cut her in half. Before he can reach her he slips with an oof, his low position causing him to fall out of balance at the collision of the bullet. Falling forwards, his saw careens it's way towards Irina's kneecaps, the blades screeching win a whir of steel./u]

[i]Sprinting towards Lothran as he slid, the Vileblood Huntress propelled herself first off the bloodied ground, and onto the metallic top of the spinning saw. Of course, since Lothran was moving at a rather fast pace and Irina leaped onto a moving object, she immediately lost her footing and fell over him, landing face-first into the blood and gore behind Lothran, rolling away from the Hoonter of Hoonters. Her already bloodied face was covered with more gore, which she wiped away with her left glove silently, beginning to circle Lothran.[/i]

[u]As the Vileblood vaults over Lothran, he attempts to stand but only manages to trip once again, falling head over shoulders. As he falls, his head slams into the flat round disc that covers the top of the Whirligig saw's inner workings. A crack rings out as the weapon spins away from him and he tumbles away, his body twisting in a manner of grotesque ways as he spirals along the ground. Coming to a stop, he begins to stand while propping himself up on his arms. Whilst in the midst of this whole predicament, pieces of his mask start to fall off, most of the ceramics shattered from the impact upon the weapon. Underneath the mask was a pale, weathered face, the skin stretched across the bones with little flesh underneath. From what little eye you could see, his eyes were a stone-grey blue, but most of the color was clouded out by little tendrils of white that covered most of the eye. Blood trickles down his face from a large incision on his forehead; not the blood that rest on the ground, but his own blood- a Hunter's blood. Gasping in pain as he stood up, he looks around in confusion at the startling scenery surrounding them. A look of pure terror moves across his face, his body frail and shaking.[/u] "[i]W-where am I? Excuse me, Ms? I don't believe I'm in any place that I remember, and I am honestly quite terrified of my current surroundings. Could you tell me what's going on?[/i]" [u]It seems the collision with the Whirligig saw did some sort of damage to his head, and he is no more threatening then a babe in the woods. Spinning around in circles as he tries to comprehend what's happening, it would be just as easy to strike him down here and now and be done with the whole affair of it all.[/u] [spoiler]-When you roll a critical failure and cri-[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Well...here goes nothing.[/spoiler] [i]The Vileblood Huntress truly couldn't comprehend how she had gotten so lucky in a situation that wasn't going in her favor. Stowing the Rakuyo away silently, Irina only grinned towards Lothran, a sick glint in her eyes as she began approaching, her boots bloodied and covered in mud. She only stared at Lothran, stopping when she was about three feet away from the amnesiac man. She didn't understand at all, but...it didn't matter. Lothran belonged to her now, that was for sure. He was simply a husk, with the weapons of a truly dangerous man. Irina didn't bother to kill him. She wanted to change him, manipulate him. This Hunter of Hunters...would serve her. She kept up her sickening grin, her pale blue eyes staring at Lothran's face casually. She raised a gloved hand to shake the Hunter's hand. Irina was an extremely manipulative person, so she had to act as if she actually cared for him.[/i]

[u]Smiling in return, Lothran raised his own hand and held it out, shaking Irina's with a firm grip seemingly impossible for one of such frail body structure. As the other half of his mask falls off, a single tear falls from his left eye as if it knows what's going on. Unbeknownst to the amnesiac, part of him was still alive... Trapped may it be, it could still see the events unfolding. A confused look crossing his face, he lets go of her hand to wipe the tears away.[/u] "[i]What is this strange feeling I have? My eye cries, and yet there is nothing to be sad about. I have met a new friend, and yet... I feel empty.[/i]" [u]Pondering the feeling, a personality clashes against restraints in his mind, struggling... Tearing at the bonds that chain it down. Tears run down it's face as it watches the allegiance and honor it had teared down around it.[/u]

[i]Irina didn't answer the previous Hunter's odd question, but not because she didn't know or because she couldn't speak: she just didn't want to tell him in general. A look of apparent sorrow and even...pity...crossed the pale face of the Vileblood, as she raised her left hand to wipe some of the blood on Lothran's own face off. In truth, this was all just a sickening bluff: she would have loved to run him through with her own fist, but...that would have to wait, for now. Lothran would have to be trained into a killing machine once more.[/i]