Kol reached her and reached out for the hilt of her weapon, "I didn't think that would kill it!" he shouted. He threw his gun aside and tried to pull her scythe towards his body.
"I'm not stabbing you, but fine. I want it back immediately." Alex cocked back and threw the sickle at this crazy tattooed guy. He wanted to kill himself, so be it.
He caught it and drove it into his chest. It didn't go too deep, but it was enough. The Inga sank into him and he cried out. The tattoo began to expand on his torso.
"As if that wasn't obvious by my reactions?" Alex replied. If she'd known jack-shit anything about this crazy bastard, she wouldn't have recoiled when he tried to take her weapon.