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The Sawyers were indisposed with Leatherface cowering who knows where, Drayton and Choptop knocked out. Andou had gone and saved Leslie the trouble and had taken Mickey and himself out. ChromeSkull was dead for sure in Leslie's book.Which left poor vulnerable Kido at the moment.Which would make what came next all the sweeter. With sickle in hand and his other hand grasping the chin of his mask, Leslie smiled at Kido's reply. Ah, there was that backbone he'd been looking for! That always seemed to pop up in the last fifteen minutes or so of the climatic battle between final girl and killer. So, there was no more time to waste. It was time to get shit done and over with.
"Step back? What, and leave behind this mess?" He'd motion to ChromeSkull's corpse, and where Mickey was still laying on his back cutting away at his arm. "I can step back and slit Andou's throat if you want.." He'd taunt before finally pulling his mask back down and resuming the silent moniker that was typical and expected of slashers! Unless of course you were chatty ones like Krueger but he wasn't exactly the type that Leslie chose to imitate.
Raising his sickle he'd stomp towards Kido. One clean slice is all it'd take to cut through her neck:vertebrae and all.
It was showtime!
That was until he saw Kido reach for another can of soda. Did she seriously think the same ploy would work on him a second time around? She'd been lucky enough to get it through the eyeholes of the mask last time. This time she seemed to be playing it safe however. Keeping her distance so a swipe from his sickle would just miss her. Clever enough he supposed. But it wasn't as if that'd do her any good. Raising his arm up, Leslie's arm was coated with the soda with some droplets landing here and there on his mask.
Kido's attempt to keep him at bay had failed. She should have thought that through a bit more clearly. Perhaps that's what she should use her last few seconds of life for. Well, and praying to whatever god she may have believed in. But Leslie's sickle wouldn't be hitting flesh anytime soon.
As a foot to the chest sent the killer stumbling back and crashing against the wall. His sickle slipped from his grasp and Leslie slid down onto his rear as he glanced down at where he'd been kicked. Well, it seemed like he'd been the one underestimating her. The kick had indeed caught Leslie off guard and it had hurt quite a bit. But this only made the fight that much more enticing to him. The more physical she got, the likelier it'd be she'd come up with some ploy in order to take him down. Given how reluctant she had been to shoot him when she had a prime opportunity to do so, he doubted any plans from her would involved in his death.
Which was unfortunate that she seemed to have that kind of thinking. Most final girls wouldn't stop until their killer was deader than dead. Leslie hadn't exactly done much to endear himself to Kido either. He had 'saved' her from the Sawyer's multiple times, pretended to be her friend, pretended to sympathize with her over being pursued by Mickey and ChromeSkull only to be working with them in secret. But Leslie's loyalty was only to himself. Mickey and Chrome were indeed killers that he looked up to but he didn't want to be stuck in their shadow and exist merely as their errand boy however. Freddy, Jason, Michael all built themselves up as solo killers and so Leslie would do the same.
Grabbing his sickle would have been too obvious and the windup in this position would have taken too long. No, he needed something smaller. His eyes quickly darted around until he caught a glimpse of the knife Chromeskull had been planning to use on him in the wake of Kido's failure to shoot Leslie. Grabbing the knife and slipping his fingers through the brass knuckle like fixture on the hilt, Leslie lunged forward as he sought to drive the blade up to it's hilt right into the side of Kido's left leg. Even if she kicked/punched him away, she'd have to rip the knife out, she'd have to put some distance between them and tend to her now gaping wound. Which would only make things easier on Leslie. The wound he had gotten from Choptop and the others he had gotten in his fight with Leatherface were beginning to fester and tear open again due to his lackluster method of dealing with them. The sooner he killed Kido, he could get to treating his wounds before he bled out.
@Kaykay
"Step back? What, and leave behind this mess?" He'd motion to ChromeSkull's corpse, and where Mickey was still laying on his back cutting away at his arm. "I can step back and slit Andou's throat if you want.." He'd taunt before finally pulling his mask back down and resuming the silent moniker that was typical and expected of slashers! Unless of course you were chatty ones like Krueger but he wasn't exactly the type that Leslie chose to imitate.
Raising his sickle he'd stomp towards Kido. One clean slice is all it'd take to cut through her neck:vertebrae and all.
It was showtime!
That was until he saw Kido reach for another can of soda. Did she seriously think the same ploy would work on him a second time around? She'd been lucky enough to get it through the eyeholes of the mask last time. This time she seemed to be playing it safe however. Keeping her distance so a swipe from his sickle would just miss her. Clever enough he supposed. But it wasn't as if that'd do her any good. Raising his arm up, Leslie's arm was coated with the soda with some droplets landing here and there on his mask.
Kido's attempt to keep him at bay had failed. She should have thought that through a bit more clearly. Perhaps that's what she should use her last few seconds of life for. Well, and praying to whatever god she may have believed in. But Leslie's sickle wouldn't be hitting flesh anytime soon.
As a foot to the chest sent the killer stumbling back and crashing against the wall. His sickle slipped from his grasp and Leslie slid down onto his rear as he glanced down at where he'd been kicked. Well, it seemed like he'd been the one underestimating her. The kick had indeed caught Leslie off guard and it had hurt quite a bit. But this only made the fight that much more enticing to him. The more physical she got, the likelier it'd be she'd come up with some ploy in order to take him down. Given how reluctant she had been to shoot him when she had a prime opportunity to do so, he doubted any plans from her would involved in his death.
Which was unfortunate that she seemed to have that kind of thinking. Most final girls wouldn't stop until their killer was deader than dead. Leslie hadn't exactly done much to endear himself to Kido either. He had 'saved' her from the Sawyer's multiple times, pretended to be her friend, pretended to sympathize with her over being pursued by Mickey and ChromeSkull only to be working with them in secret. But Leslie's loyalty was only to himself. Mickey and Chrome were indeed killers that he looked up to but he didn't want to be stuck in their shadow and exist merely as their errand boy however. Freddy, Jason, Michael all built themselves up as solo killers and so Leslie would do the same.
Grabbing his sickle would have been too obvious and the windup in this position would have taken too long. No, he needed something smaller. His eyes quickly darted around until he caught a glimpse of the knife Chromeskull had been planning to use on him in the wake of Kido's failure to shoot Leslie. Grabbing the knife and slipping his fingers through the brass knuckle like fixture on the hilt, Leslie lunged forward as he sought to drive the blade up to it's hilt right into the side of Kido's left leg. Even if she kicked/punched him away, she'd have to rip the knife out, she'd have to put some distance between them and tend to her now gaping wound. Which would only make things easier on Leslie. The wound he had gotten from Choptop and the others he had gotten in his fight with Leatherface were beginning to fester and tear open again due to his lackluster method of dealing with them. The sooner he killed Kido, he could get to treating his wounds before he bled out.
@Kaykay