An Inquisition // Albert & Shay & Jasper & Jacob // V6 W7 Monday Afternoon
He was a crack shot. He always hit his mark, and he had to admit, the blood running from Jacob's leg was so very satisfying. It was bright red in color, like a ruby. As valuable as a ruby really. As satisfying as it was, he couldn't kill Jacob. Oh, he could pretend he was going to. Just to scare him. But he'd never destroy such a unique individual. He held a hand up, signalling Jasper to stay his hand. He'd take care of this himself. With a smirk he extended the gun in his hand, squinting as he aimed, and then squeezed the trigger ever so gently. There was a loud crack as the bullet exited the chamber, traveling as fast as Jacob towards Shay's leg.
It was simple and effective method of keeping the sheep from running. He signaled to another man, to drag Shay back. She should see this. It was going to be entertaining. At least for one of them. "Right, class is in session." He scrunched his nose, bending down so that he was kneeling in front of them. "Let's have ourselves a bit of an inquisition shall we?" He grinned demonically before smashing the end of the gun into Jacob's face. The movement sharp and unpredictable. Not enough to knock him out, but just to let him remember where he stood. He grinned, knowing that Jasper's loyalties too were being tested.
