You get thrown into the train tracks by Striker, wincing as he walks around you, aiming the knife at you. "Well, this has been fun. Shame you won't see your kid again." He puts his tail under your chin.

"Don't you dare breathe a word about my daughter." You pant, your voice low and harsh as blood seeps from your shoulder. "Finally hit a nerve huh?" He grins at you, you lean your head up.

"I swear if you go near her I will destroy you." You're slammed back down by his knife plunging into your shoulder again, the point coming out the other side of your shoulder. "Big talk, but just that any last words goecha?" He stares at you as your eyes narrow.

"Blitz," you breathe, he laughs. "will," you continue, he plunges the knife out, aiming it above your head "That rodeo clown dude told ya he ain't comin'. Nobody is comin'."