[Undaunted by the gruesome display of blood, Cain's mouth shapes into a sneer. He stands across from the man and glances - a brief dart of black eyes - to determine whether the victim was left alive. A ragged, guttural, bubbling intake of breath from beneath a fractured sternum signals positively.]
Not like you're making it fuckin' hard, you crazy asshole.
[He surveys Hei, arms crossed, to find a deceptively slight and soft-spoken individual.]
Let's go. [Waving, he intends to direct Hei to the other end of the alley, where he stops.] Shit, put your head down.
[Cain takes the back of his neck without delay and shoves, steering them both behind the blockade of a dumpster. The reason soon becomes clear: another stranger has dashed into the alley, kneeling by Hei's beaten target, clearly in the process of calling the cops.]
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Not like you're making it fuckin' hard, you crazy asshole.
[He surveys Hei, arms crossed, to find a deceptively slight and soft-spoken individual.]
Let's go. [Waving, he intends to direct Hei to the other end of the alley, where he stops.] Shit, put your head down.
[Cain takes the back of his neck without delay and shoves, steering them both behind the blockade of a dumpster. The reason soon becomes clear: another stranger has dashed into the alley, kneeling by Hei's beaten target, clearly in the process of calling the cops.]