#Scratch

The Mobster watches as his two best guards fall dead before Erois. His hands tremble while holding his machine gun, Erois just strolls towards him.
“You may want to think about that more big guy. Your pals here just tried and not a scratch on me.”
“What do you want? Money? Women…,”
“What I want is to finish this job so my boss can send me somewhere warm next time. Seriously, how do you guys live here? Well, you won’t have that issue for much longer, but if you have any tips while I’m here, I’m all ears.” Erois says. His shadow blade in one hand, and his other gripping The Mobster.
“Please… Don’t!”
“I swear, it’s always the same thing with you guys. Do any of you actually think that will work?”