Hoisting the Punisher, he keys the door and steps into the hall, free hand stuck in his pocket, steps a slow saunter, like he's got no particular place to go.
"Hey!" The gruff voice comes from one of the two men skulking down the corridor, rifles slung across their chests. The taller addresses them. "Where do you think you're headed?"
Wolfwood gives him an exasperated look. "The cafeteria, remember? I'm just doing what your boss says."
The thugs come closer, and the shorter one eyes the cross. "What's that you got?"
"Oh, this?" Wolfwood hefts it, testing its weight. "Just a little of the Lord's Gospel. You never know when you might be called upon to sway a non-believer."
With that, and Michael close enough to take the other, he lifts the cross in one motion and tosses it, smashing into the tall guy's face and dropping him like a rock with a crash of metal and a unf! of surprised pain.
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"Then we should take a walk."
Hoisting the Punisher, he keys the door and steps into the hall, free hand stuck in his pocket, steps a slow saunter, like he's got no particular place to go.
"Hey!" The gruff voice comes from one of the two men skulking down the corridor, rifles slung across their chests. The taller addresses them. "Where do you think you're headed?"
Wolfwood gives him an exasperated look. "The cafeteria, remember? I'm just doing what your boss says."
The thugs come closer, and the shorter one eyes the cross. "What's that you got?"
"Oh, this?" Wolfwood hefts it, testing its weight. "Just a little of the Lord's Gospel. You never know when you might be called upon to sway a non-believer."
With that, and Michael close enough to take the other, he lifts the cross in one motion and tosses it, smashing into the tall guy's face and dropping him like a rock with a crash of metal and a unf! of surprised pain.