[ he narrows his eyes. there's a blatant trace of offense in his expression, but he ends up doing little more than smirking, eyes flickering towards the jacket — and then back towards newt. ]

If you think you'd I'd be complicit in that barbaric excuse for an organized murder, you know much less than you think.

[ the electricity doesn't face him. the arm that swings down towards him?

yeah, well, that does.

there's a prick of mine — the substance's already starting to seep into his system, but it doesn't stop him from shooting in front of him on reflex (and hitting a rack or two in the process) and reaching for hermann's wrist. ]

Couldn't even do it while I was conscious, pigs?