"If it's okay with you then sure, why not?" Serena grinned, moving to reach for the gun when she caught a familiar figure approaching from her peripheral---
@Inner_Demon:
Demyan Briacheslav.
A member of the Student Leadership Committee and an acquaintance to Serena. His presence could have meant a number of things, but in this particular circumstance Serena thought maybe she had forgotten to sign out at the office. "Hi Demyan!" She called out with a genuine expression of confusion, "I could have sworn I left a note at the office".
Killer intention detected, a textbook roundhouse transitioned from mid speech. Flawless performance done with grace and impressive fluidity, he can 'feel' the muscles working in tandem to create a motion of execution. Taking economy of movement and hidden speed the poisoner takes a feint to step back, counters with intersecting the 'achilles heel' area with a swift swipe of the scissor, one that vanished from the girl's shoulder. Dennis feels a shallow 'paper' cut across the tip of his chin.
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