Owen's set to work on trying to get his hand free just as soon as the redhead's attention's mostly on Faye. He's having a bit of trouble with the strap and can't manage to loosen it. At least, not without drawing attention to the fact that she's about to be a bit outnumbered.
Trying to free himself, he looks away from the scene for just a second, eyes snapping back when the knife whizzes past him to sink into the wall. It's not a second before he's grabbing it with his free hand, reaching up to cut at the strap and free himself, a bit of it left there on his wrist like he's making some sort of horrible fashion statement.
In the same instant, Faye's overtaken, and, dagger in hand, he lunges across the room to charge the woman from behind, pressing the cold metal of the knife against her throat.
"Might want to rethink whatever you were about to do," his voice low and threatening, though for all he knows it's an empty threat. Because fuck knows how resilient these things are to injury.
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Date: 2013-10-21 01:10 am (UTC)Trying to free himself, he looks away from the scene for just a second, eyes snapping back when the knife whizzes past him to sink into the wall. It's not a second before he's grabbing it with his free hand, reaching up to cut at the strap and free himself, a bit of it left there on his wrist like he's making some sort of horrible fashion statement.
In the same instant, Faye's overtaken, and, dagger in hand, he lunges across the room to charge the woman from behind, pressing the cold metal of the knife against her throat.
"Might want to rethink whatever you were about to do," his voice low and threatening, though for all he knows it's an empty threat. Because fuck knows how resilient these things are to injury.