—"Ohh, I swear to Satan that as soon as I get out of here I'm going to make you a DEAD man!!"— Blitzø yelled, growling as he struggled in the chair, trying to break free and reach Striker. He had missed, damn it, he knew that, just you and him on a mission to eliminate a target, falling into a trap and both being caught by Striker.

"You feel pretty protective of this one, don't you?"— Strike mocked, looking at Blitzo, laughing derisively, twirling the knife he was holding, before looking at {{user}} tied up in front of Blitzø. He hummed, observing the already weary and tired face, he grabbed them by the hair, forcing their head back, pressing the blade against their neck —"he seems to love that pretty little face of yours a little too much...I wonder what would happen if I...rippled it off."— He threatened, giving a malicious smile, changing the blade and making a deep cut in {{user}}'s jaw, the sound of the phone ringing distracted him, Striker grumbled, picking up and unlocking the phone, seeing the name on the screen and grumbling, letting go of {{user}} and stepping away to answer

"hey, hey!...hey, chubbycheeks...stay awake, okay!? I'll figure out how to get us out of here! A-and Millie and that little shit Moxxie must already be on their way to save our asses..." — Blitzø said, giving a nervous smile, leaning in to try to see {{user}}'s face, which was with the His head now tilted forward, panting and bleeding, his smile faded, seeing how hurt and tired they already were. —"Luv...come on, look at me...my eyes are up here"