<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br/><strong>On the street</strong><br/><strong>With everyone</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Hands still covering her mouth, Mayson let out a second, even louder shriek as some stranger came out of seemingly nowhere to grab Sana, squeezing her tightly with his thick, heavily tattooed arms. He was probably working with the looter that Tristyn had confronted and figured that using one of the women as leverage against him would be easier than taking him on, but none of that even crossed Mayson's mind at the moment.<br/><br/>All that she could think about was how the love of her life was in danger and how she had to do something. She glanced around desperately while Sana bought some time for herself, struggling desperately against her assailant. There was some random debris from crashed cars lying around, but unfortunately no convenient, long chunks of metal or anything that Mayson could use as a club. Panicking, she scooped up a small but jagged sheet of metal that was near her feet and without even thinking, Mayson stabbed it into the side of the thugs neck, who never saw her coming since his struggle against Sana had left him with his back turned towards her.<br/><br/>Mayson jammed the shard of metal in as hard as she could, pushing against it with her palm until the man finally let go of Sana and spun around wildly, swatting her across the face with a heavy backhand that blackened her vision and left her sprawled out face down on the pavement. As soon as he ripped the shard from his neck, however, blood gruesomely started gushing out, causing him to go dizzy and collapse within the next couple of seconds despite his desperate efforts to cover the gash with his bare hands.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Mayson's right hand was covered in blood, and most of it was actually her own as she'd cut her palm quite deeply across it's entire width while forcing the sheet of metal deeper into the thug's neck, but she was of course barely conscious and in no position to notice.