[A video is posted. Caliborn keeps his gun fixed on her as he approaches, until they are eye to eye (as much as they can be). Snowman, injured, nevertheless draws herself up to her full height to stare at him down the muzzle of the gun. "SO. DO YOU UNDERSTAND YET THAT ITS FUTILE TO DEFY ME?" "Something like that." "IF YOU WANT TO LIVE YOU HAD BETTER SAY SOMETHING MORE COWER-Y." Snowman smiles. "It's a good thing I don't need you, anymore." He really ought to have leveraged his point-blank threat better. Moving into a distance where a coordinated one-two QUEENSLAP could bat aside his gun and stun him in one fell swoop was a mistake. She follows up the maneuver by producing her CIGARETTE HOLDER, which is to say her LANCE, and running him through with it. He wavers for a moment, gasping fruitlessly as blood oozes around the wound. His fingers squeeze with enervated malice on the trigger of his gun far too late, sending a spray of bullets into the ceiling, the wall, the floor. Snowman plants a foot on his hip and rips her lance free. The video ends.] #gore #death
I'd've preferred less sloppy. But it was satisfying.