"Urgggg! Stoop, please!" Petrov howled to the excruciating pain. Leon sliced his left eye and even though he wanted to retaliate --he can't. What can he probably do? He was shot in his right back shoulder then his left hand was pinned like a memo on his back with a small sharp dagger. What more, he's currently being a genuine pig and got his eyes poked.
"But I can't..." sounding sorry to him, Leon's diabolical act seemed to not end just yet. It was his pleasure after all so why would he stop?
"Alright, I'll leave your right eye alone but will you exchange your tongue instead?" offering him a deal in a courteous manner.
However, Petrov hadn't has the chance to choose as Leon briskly grabbed a pistol on his waist that clamp on his back then immediately shove its muzzle inside the opened mouth of Petrov then, adjusted it on the side of his mouth giving way to execute his plan.
