"And what happened to the 'one man'? Whatever that is."
His rolled eyes, confused look and dubious patience with the reporter did everything but scream 'are you stupid'. Instead with a flourish of the wrist the blade flipped and rolled into his hand in a standard grip. Blood and gore dripping from his blade while he advanced on the unmoving reporter and herded her to the door, with her camera man and Persephone, "I guess you can count him too, the 'one' man in that stack was the point man, but two halves still make a whole."
Samson's amused smile, at this disgusting version, of one of his goofy old math jokes, made Persephone groan. The man was just enjoying himself entirely too much.
"Well, where are you pushing us now?"
Remembering the camera, "April, I'm not pushing you anywhere
