The swift slash was rewarded by a spray of blood and a hand being clutched by the other as the gunman's pistol hit the floor with force, falling to its side as the man pulled his arm back and held it up high cussing beneath a whimper trynig to squeeze the wound tightly with his other hand. "Mercy!" He stated swiftly, showing his both hands were now lifted, both to surrender and to keep the wound from bleeding too much. Even so, he was close to the fallen gun still, albeit if his left hand wasn't actually the dominant one, it was doubtful he'd hit any better with that than he had luck with his right. Staring at Fang frightened, the man swallowed quickly.<br/><br/>"I was only hired to take out the old man after his contact arrived and I was then supposed to pass a phone to you about another offer now that your earlier one had suddenly 'retired'..." The man admitted panicked, looking at the bloody katana.