[ When his fingers encounter nothing but the waistband of his jeans, empty space where the hilt should be, something unpleasantly cold and hollow takes up residence in his chest. His eyes fix on the knife in the Repo Man's hand, his knife, and for a moment indignation outweighs everything else. Takes precedence over fear and surprise and the still-sharp pain in his head.
But then the Repo Man is on him and shirt is being cut away, he can feel his shirt being cut away, and he realizes belatedly that the man is likely better with a blade than he is. Giles jerks under him, snarling, defiance in his eyes and every tensed muscle in his body. ]
Didn't-- get kinky with her in the backseat.
[ And damn it, damn it, that was his only weapon and he doesn't even know what he's dealing with here. Doesn't know what sort of creature has him pinned, because this cannot be a man, cannot be Nathan Wallace. ]
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But then the Repo Man is on him and shirt is being cut away, he can feel his shirt being cut away, and he realizes belatedly that the man is likely better with a blade than he is. Giles jerks under him, snarling, defiance in his eyes and every tensed muscle in his body. ]
Didn't-- get kinky with her in the backseat.
[ And damn it, damn it, that was his only weapon and he doesn't even know what he's dealing with here. Doesn't know what sort of creature has him pinned, because this cannot be a man, cannot be Nathan Wallace. ]