"I...will take pleasure...in silencing you..forever-AGH!" Faolin yelled as gun shots rang out and blood spurted through his body and onto Lyn. He reeled back from her, losing his grip on her throats which made her fall to the ground from her wounds. Faolin turned around, and Lyn saw who he was staring at. Henry, revolver in hand. "Ya, its gunna take a lot more than that to keep her quiet pal." He told Faolin as the Coldbourne fell to his knees in agony. "So how about you back the fu[i]c[/i]k off of her before I put a new one through what you call a brain?"