<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg521705#msg521705">Quote from: Mia on 05-02-2008, 14:56:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">In Mia's mind she very much knew what he was asking from her a normal girl would most likely tremble in fear, cry and such begging for mercy and Mia tried her best to put up a good show, her grip on the hilt of the knife hardened and she made herself ready to draw when the right moment presented itself.<br/><br/>"No... please... no!" She sobbed faking her voice into breaking on the brink of tears. She looked back and forth between them as a frightened rabbit who had been cornoured with no place to run. But regardless what she had said she slowly got down on her knees, first her left then the right. In her mind she wondered were the hell Mordechai was... if he didn't show up soon...<br/>She stood there in the snow on her knees looking up at the men only reason she was able to hold on to her santity was that knife she still had... she would show them what she could do with that...<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>It seemed like Mia's worst nightmares seemed to come true when one of the predators before her slowly undid his zipper with a cruel grin on his face. But before he got a chance to present his "piece", the quiet alley exploded into a flurry of motion as Mordechai appeared from the shadows and took the would be rapist's head clean off with a mighty swipe of a short sword Mia didn't even know he owned. She closed her eyes in disgust as her face was sprayed with blood, it's warm and metalic smell making her feel sick and forcing her to fight to keep her last meal down. Seconds later, when she had whiped the blood from her eyes, a terrifying vision greeted her. The other predator had her adopted father pressed up against a wall, his fangs bared. Mordechai had dropped his sword somewhere, he had his sawed off shotgun between him and the fanged horror, keeping it at bay for now, but he seemed unable to angle the barrell so he'd get a clean shot. Meanwhile, the nails of his foe had grown into long talons, shredding the arms of the jacket of Mia's father as he struggled to keep the fiend from sinking his teeth in his neck.