So the men were looking for her? Suddenly, Grayther found the girl significantly more interesting. She had turned from a slightly strange young woman to a target of one and possibly more syndicates in a matter of seconds.<br/>Unlike him, she didn't seem to have considered hiding and waiting. Moving in a blur, she had quickly whipped out a taser and sent one of the thugs to the floor in no time. Grayther would be lying if he said he wasn't slightly shocked. The surprise quickly turned into the usual levelheaded state of mind that he always had when on a job. As the other thug went past him without glancing twice at him, he slowly stood up, careful not to make any noise.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Okay, come on out, Cyber Witch."</span>Grayther drew his knife, and, treading as lightly as he could while inwardly cursing every little creak his shoes made, he made his way to the thug. Not that it really was any of his business helping the girl - it just didn't seem to be the decent thing<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>to.<br/><br/>About a meter away, he stopped, not wanting to push his luck any further and make the thug turn and shoot. With a deep breath, he lunged forward, wrapping an arm around the thug's throat and pushing his chin up, plunging the knife into the soft flesh a few inches above the collarbones. The thug didn't even have the time to scream, nor the air, before Grayther let him fall to the floor, pulling out the knife in the process. Exhaling, Grayther held out his hands in what he hoped would be some sort of I-come-in-peace-like gesture.<span style="font-style: italic">Yeah, I bet the bloody knife, your bloody face, and the soon-to-be stone dead man does a lot to help you with that.</span>He grimaced at the girl, at the same time wondering about the whole "Cyber Witch" thing. Could she be the one he had been looking for? He might as well follow her around for a bit to find out, whether she liked it or not. Better if she liked it, though. It would make it so much easier.<br/><br/>"Are you okay, kid? Did he hit you with that?" he asked, referring to the gunshot he could have sworn had at least grazed her. Yet she hadn't shown any signs of pain. In shock, maybe?<span style="font-style: italic">Nah. She looks like she's too strong for that. Definitely not just some student or your run-off-the-mill innocent bystander.</span>