The crazy was hit in the shoulder by two of Alex's bullets. Angered, he revved up his chainsaw to scare her away, unsure if his revving scared her away or she just retreated, he would never know. The man in black's eyes began to open and he looked at the crazy from behind. Now that his black sweater's hood wasn't clinging to his head, I could see that he had some sort of black doctor's mask on, with some horrifying mouth painted onto it. He had a shoulder pad and knee pads, and the look in his eyes when he opened them could tear through your soul. He whistled at the crazy, who turned around, almost cutting the man's hand off. "The dog isn't your issue at the moment, what happened to cutting me in half?" he asked. The crazy let the words sink in, looked back at me, then looked back at the man, which was when I had an opening. I tackled his leg like I did Alex's once before, tearing into the leg of his overalls.
