Angelo backed off from Izzy and Enzo, just enough to stay out of the range of her knife. He thought that the song was quite good, however untruthful that it was. Perhaps he could get Enzo to sing it on stage and build an act around it if the bastard survived.<br/><br/>Immaterial and irrelevant, Angelo made his decision about what to do. "<span style="color: red">Don't kill him. We've already got enough people dying on us,</span>" he said, his voice grim. "<span style="color: red">Obscura was murdered, and David and Goliath were stuck through the chest with a giant meat hook. They are most likely dead as well.</span>"<br/><br/>His face twisted into a look of disgust as he gazed at the pitiful thing before him; one couldn't call something so measly anything close to being a man. "<span style="color: red">We don't need any other killers around here. If anything, he could give one final gift to the world and die in place of another, and save a life by giving his own.</span>" As unsatisfying as he knew it would sound to Izzy, Angelo felt that it would be best that as few people died as possible. He tried to think of any other incentive to make Izzy show mercy, and he turned to the woman, a reasoning shrug coming before he offered, "<span style="color: red">And if he still ends up being worthy of murder, I'll let you shove a stick of dynamite up his ass and light it yourself. You know that blowing him up would be much more fun than just stabbing him to death.</span>"<br/><br/>Patricia's appearance right in front of Agatha and Adrian made the spider-woman flinch and lower herself into an animal-like position. Her arms were spread out, her eyes were cautious, and her muscles looked ready to spring into action at the drop of a hat. It was a very defensive stance, looking ready to catch Patricia if she were to make any sudden moves. The situation seemed even more wrong than the rest of the happenings, and her stare became suspicious of what may come.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>