Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140127121339/@comment-25151516-20140207022003

Holmes stopped for two seconds and tried reading Noir's animosity.

''Pain-oriented, brutal, liking for killing her enemies, fairly insane, but sarcastic and clever, a fascination. But this it too much. And I'm not sure if we have much time.''

James took aim at the armored henchman's now exposed head and shot him, putting him out of his misery.

"That's enough, Noir," he told her as he holstered his pistol. "We can't question anyone if they're both on the brink of death and going through pain and shock. The one I crashed into might still be alive."

Holmes turned and started for the direction of the van. Seeing the remaining henchman move his head as he sit still on a building wall. Still alive. James held his Lockpick in his hand for added measure.

''Best to assume she'll be cross. But she wouldn't be able to do much else without those limbs of hers.''