Angel was down and out for the count. Damn it, Gunn thought, shoulda run when I told you, bro. Now it was just him and the hell bitch and all her fucking minions holding him still. The interesting part was that she didn't even need the minions. She could have squashed Gunn flat with the palm of her hand despite the obvious size difference between them. Glory looked like a Barbie doll but she wasn't one. Not unless they had made evil ninja Barbie at some point.
He stared at the ax but didn't flinch or look away or try to struggle anymore with her lackeys who obviously worshiped her. "What do you think?" Gunn asked her in a dark voice when she asked if he wanted to do things the easy way or the hard way. To Gunn there was only one way. That way involved his untimely demise unfortunately. Just when he thought he might actually live, might actually see a future with Claire, might see some little Gunns running around he was going to die. Because he couldn't imagine any amount of pain that could lead to him telling her where Dawn was. Then again, he had never been tortured before either.
"Shall we carry this one home for you, our beloved and splendid Glorificus?" One of the demons asked in a nasally little voice. Gunn rolled his eyes.
"Your lackeys are as pathetic as you are," he said to the blonde goddess. If he was in for some pain he might as well get it over with. Hopefully Angel would wake up soon and swoop in for a rescue.