Mike flinches to the side as the bullet flies past his head, keeping his eyes dead set on the man. “Hay man… I don’t want to lose my head over this! Take it take it all just don’t shoot” mike shouts out as he starts to raise his hands.<br/><br/>“That’s just what I’m guna do and you don’t make a dam move!” George puts his hand on the table and grabs the belt holster for his gun. As he clutches it Mike grabs a throwing knife in each hand, hurling one knife though he mans hand and the other though his shooting arm. George drops the gun in pain, trying to grasp his shoulder with his other hand he falls to the floor with more pain from his hand trying to get free from the knife pinning it to the table.<br/><br/>“You lost fair and square man” Mike looks down on the man with not a hint of remorse, and worse no look of being drunk. “Now you can try that trick again or you can leave now, it’s your choice.” Fuelled by pain, alcohol and anger the man ignores the threat and reaches for the discarded gun. “Stupid shit” Mike calls out as he thrusts a knife though Georges neck. The corpse falls to the floor with mike looking over it. “You made me do it!” Mike sheathes his blade and pulls the knives out of the man’s shoulder and hand.<br/><br/>Looking over to the barman mike calls out, “I’m real sorry about this. I can pay for the repairs and cleaning. I mean I got the cash for it now” mike says with a small but wicked smile on his face. He then sits back down and counts up his new found cash.<br/>