originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]Jackson rolled under the first and planted his Bowie knife in the man's stomach. Twisting, he spun the man around and used him as a shield to block the other. Throwing the body forwards, he knocked the second man down, pulling his knife from the stomach of the first. Drawing his revolver with the two on the ground, he fired a single shot right into the spinal cord of the third man who had swung at Riley. This was instinct, pure instinct. [/i]
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"You only have about twelve years on me old man. Don't play father to angsty teen with me." [i] Lance said. Another one of those mysteries that he'd never Stated out loud, but had always implied. He looked only a few years older than Jackson, but that was literally impossible. And it'd been over a decade since Venom, and Lance hadn't aged a year. [/i] "My wife. Thoughts get too heavy sometimes. Debating drowning myself in a bottle of scotch, but that's no good for anyone."