Tony had been hoping that the bullets would have slowed Katherine down a bit longer than that. But it seemed they barely phased her. He winced as his wrist was squeezed. He could hear his gun being kicked away across the room. He winced again as his face met the wall. He and the wall were becoming good friends tonight. When he was spun around again, he winced as his arm was painfully wrenched. He wished the arm would just break or something so the pain would lessen.
He glared some at her, his eyes narrowed though he was certain the pain was clear on his face. "G-go ahead...then they'll be on you even faster even if you make me your plaything again," he ground out. Why oh why couldn't he be like Ziva and carry half a dozen knives on his person? He struggled as best he could, trying to break free from Katherine.