While he understands Clara Murphy is his wife and he should have a more vested interest in her, Alex's biggest concern is she's hurt. She also did the opposite of what he advised her to. He will issue a verbal warning after Venus is pacified. That knife in her hand will also need to be addressed.
That moment of distraction where Alex's eyes flicker over to Clara is what gives Venus that opening.
His hand closes over the bat, his graphene fingers clenching, metal squealing as he jerks the bat out of Venus's hands and sends it flying. He's just off balance enough that she catches him before his stabilizers kick in - a second later and they would've slammed into place and he couldn't have been budged no matter how much she pulled. The hot oil hits his face before Alex can get the other hand braced against the side of the fryer. By the time he jerks himself free, Venus is gone, his HUD is wigging out about the burns to his face, and hot oil drips down the jagged edges of his visor. It doesn't occur to him to try to wash it off. The damage isn't life threatening, but there is a probability he may lose vision in one eye, even so. Alex is confident OmniCorp will fix that. They salvaged his face from the car-bomb, therefore this should be easy in comparison. It's not even his original eye.
Besides, what should've been agonizing pain is reduced to discomfort, the connection that should've had him screaming neatly cut. Cyborgs take hot oil baths like a champ, apparently.
Alex turns to face Clara, his face already bright red and glistening in that unnatural way burns do. He looks head-on at the bleeding socket where Clara's eye should have been and doesn't flinch. The nausea doesn't rise in throat. What he does do is put markers where the bloody footprints go so he can follow up on Venus.
"Don't obstruct a police officer again, understood?" Alex steps closer, reaching to confiscate the knife. While he can accept she took it in self-defense, it's still theft if she keeps it. "I don't want to pacify you."
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That moment of distraction where Alex's eyes flicker over to Clara is what gives Venus that opening.
His hand closes over the bat, his graphene fingers clenching, metal squealing as he jerks the bat out of Venus's hands and sends it flying. He's just off balance enough that she catches him before his stabilizers kick in - a second later and they would've slammed into place and he couldn't have been budged no matter how much she pulled. The hot oil hits his face before Alex can get the other hand braced against the side of the fryer. By the time he jerks himself free, Venus is gone, his HUD is wigging out about the burns to his face, and hot oil drips down the jagged edges of his visor. It doesn't occur to him to try to wash it off. The damage isn't life threatening, but there is a probability he may lose vision in one eye, even so. Alex is confident OmniCorp will fix that. They salvaged his face from the car-bomb, therefore this should be easy in comparison. It's not even his original eye.
Besides, what should've been agonizing pain is reduced to discomfort, the connection that should've had him screaming neatly cut. Cyborgs take hot oil baths like a champ, apparently.
Alex turns to face Clara, his face already bright red and glistening in that unnatural way burns do. He looks head-on at the bleeding socket where Clara's eye should have been and doesn't flinch. The nausea doesn't rise in throat. What he does do is put markers where the bloody footprints go so he can follow up on Venus.
"Don't obstruct a police officer again, understood?" Alex steps closer, reaching to confiscate the knife. While he can accept she took it in self-defense, it's still theft if she keeps it. "I don't want to pacify you."
Not when Clara Murphy had such a clean record.