Bryn wasn’t quite sure what was going on. First some woman he didn’t know was trying to bash scissor hands and now he was twisting around  like he didn’t have a spine. This was not at all the quiet night signing bills that he had envisioned. Just for one night he’d either like a case that didn’t involve getting tied up in some kind of nut job conspiracy or at least be able to pay the bills without something crazy going on.  Well that didn’t matter right now anyway did it? It was time to go big or go home. Hopefully he wasn’t going to hit the girl but he was going to take advantage of the distraction she’d given him.  Probably be better for the both of them if he put scissor hands here out for a bit. Time for one more swing for the fences.  He ignored the scissors going for his gut as he focused.  For just a moment it looked like he was clad in a set of armor before it faded. He was trusting in his relic to keep him safe as he went for the swing. “Sorry but I’m going to ask you to leave. You’re going to scare away my clients if they have to look at your ugly mug.”