"C'mon what? And how do you know my name? Did that vibrator tell you?!" He said, activating the high frequency on the blade. Sam pulled the blade out with relative ease, and cutting off half of his hand in the process for being an idiot for holding onto the blade. "Again. I'm just here to kill or banish or whatever the hell. You're a pest, that's what the contract implied...bluntly." The Merc slashed at Garin's exposed neck, the blade slicing cleanly through his brain stem. Since you don't want to reply, this is my consolation. "It also stated to make you suffer. For some reason."