07-12-2006, 12:04 AM
Gungriever stopped the blade between his index and middle fingers, not moving. "Please. You're embarassing yourself." Gungriever had suddenly slammed his palm on it's stomach during mid sentence- and disabling it from using darkness- rendering it handicapped and slightly damaged, sending it skidding away several yards. Gungriever stood his ground solidly. "If you want a snack... Do what mortals do. Order take out."