<b>RE: come take a look!</b><br/><br/>Trent looked around, patting Mike on the shoulder. "Oh damn. That man can not.... nevermind. Listen, next time something like this happens, you get me. What the hell did he use, gunpowder and a match?" Mike shook his head, moving forward to take her arm and pull her into a shaded area. That was when the crazed man came with a knife. There was a slight rustle as the group's guns went up, Mike drawing his pistol and growling. "Yeah, you know what shit head, it ain't this girls fault whatever happened to you. Maybe if you weren't such a weak mind you'd do better in a fight." Trent took a step forward, but the medic was already handling it. Mike raised his pistol, bringing the weapon down across the man's face, effectively pistol whipping him.