With Gizaira holding the edge of his claw up to your neck, you struggled to pull his wrist away to keep your throat from being sliced. The smoke from his cigarette flowed around both you, as his husky voice emanated from his throat.

"Such a shame that I'd have to kill you.. You're kinda cute." He snickered, before forcing down his hand further. "Oh well."

A small bead of blood had been drawn from your skin, the tip of it just barely entering your skin. Now, you'd have mere seconds to fight or attempt to run.