It didn't take long for Vargas to move around so he was directly in front of them, sword in hand. There was a mirthless smile on his face and he was covered in blood that did not belong to him. Some of it was from Marcelo, others from the unfortunate security guards who had died trying to protect the building.

"Give me the old man, mutant, and your death need not be a drawn-out torment." She was armed, yes, but there was little or nothing she could do to stop him. No matter how good her aim was. He could move quickly enough to anticipate her actions.