“Well Jesus, when I have a gun in my face, I prefer to still be a good looking man.” Arsen stated, his eyes glinting behind his shades. “Old hag, seriously, let me some of your fists instead of the gun your little bitch is deciding to wield. I know you guys have fight in you. You know you want to come a little closer and put down the gun. Why not a knife? Why not a slow bleed instead of desiring to take us out quickly. Surely you must be angry about your sister? No? You could shoot us! That I know is sensible to you. Quick and easy." Arsen laughed a bit.
"Butttt, what of that knife slips? Even in his last breath I bet Xeno could get Clotho and take him with her to his death. Sad, only two of the three Fates left. The prettiest one two. Though I always think a lady with a gun is sexy. That and an old hag with a fiery temper.”
They looked into the room with a stern glare upon their faces. “Alright bitches. What’s going on here?” They looked around only with their eyes and Xeno made sure they his grip on Clotho remained threatening to all three of them.
“….We know this is your secure ground. Is this it? Is this all the fight you have in you? “