“Gah!” Barbert yelped as he was pushed aside from the rushing marines. “Geez,” he thought to himself, “Watch where you’re going you son of a….” Barb shook his head and focused on the task at hand. He wasn’t aware of the situation on the marines’ ship, though, why would he? He wasn’t even on it yet! Although, his ticket in was coming riiiiight into view and… Oh. Wow. How’d a guy like this make it into the marines with a constitution as poor as his?

Well, either way, Barbert saw him as someone he could take advantage of. His build seemed… close enough to Barb’s. He was sure nobody would notice. As he approached the exhausted man he pulled from his pocket… a pair of scissors. The actual blades were sheathed into a small case- can’t go stabbing yourself in the leg after all! He pulled the case off, pocketed it, and held the scissors out threateningly.

“I’m sorry, but… I need you to take a break for now,” he told the straggling marine. And with that, he rushed forward at him and pulled his arm back. He held that arm with his other hand and gathered strength in it so he could end the confrontation quickly. Once he came in close, he deftly swiped and sheared at the marine, moving fast enough for it to appear like a blur.

[i]“One Scissor… [b]Two Inches Off.[/b]”[/i]