"What do you think you're doing?"
The mutant stopped and turned toward the voice. In front of him stood a man, naked, missing one arm and one leg, holding a large kitchen knife and staring at him with a threatening glare.
His missing limbs were still bandaged, the wrappings stained with fresh blood. The wounds hadn't healed. His body was clearly in bad shape, covered in bruises and cuts, but he was still standing, balanced on his single leg, unwavering. From his stance, his grip, and his presence, it was clear he had once been a soldier.
"Take me. Leave the child alone," the man said through clenched teeth, gripping the knife tightly.
"Oh? Are you sacrificing yourself? How touching," the mutant laughed loudly. "You're one of those STF idiots, aren't you? Are all of you this stupid?"
The resistance amused him. Especially the fact that the man was trying to threaten him with a knife.
Grinning, the mutant stepped closer. "Why don't you stab me?"
He was taunting him.
