Tom's so busy gleefully hacking up the roomba that he doesn't notice the sudden change that's come over Carlos, that's turned what appears to be a milquetoast nobody into someone at least semi-serious. He looks up in time for the first paintball to hit him in the eye (the latter two come in quick succession).
He cries out in pain and stumbles back, nearly dropping the axe. His face burns, his eyes feel as if they're being incinerated inside their sockets. He swings his weapon blindly, trying to hit Carlos by virtue of covering a large swath of space with the axehead.
"You'll regret that when you see what Black Tom Cassidy is capable of!"
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Tom's so busy gleefully hacking up the roomba that he doesn't notice the sudden change that's come over Carlos, that's turned what appears to be a milquetoast nobody into someone at least semi-serious. He looks up in time for the first paintball to hit him in the eye (the latter two come in quick succession).
He cries out in pain and stumbles back, nearly dropping the axe. His face burns, his eyes feel as if they're being incinerated inside their sockets. He swings his weapon blindly, trying to hit Carlos by virtue of covering a large swath of space with the axehead.
"You'll regret that when you see what Black Tom Cassidy is capable of!"