[Numbers grips Arthur's forearm and begins to shuffle forward, keeping low and trying to scope out the adjacent areas. There's an area near the back that seems to have some cover, with rows of shelves showing off pots and pans and various kitchen utensils. Kitchen knife sets are displayed prominently. Numbers immediately begins to head in that direction.]
You know how to swing a knife? [He hisses, instinctively turning back to face Arthur.] There's a bunch of 'em up on the shelf here--
[He doesn't see the mannequin behind the shelves, dressed in a chef toque and apron and wielding a rolling pin. He hears the quiet woosh of air as the mannequin swings downward, smacking him over the head with a loud CRACK!]
FUCK!
[Numbers instinctively lets go of Arthur, dazed and recoiling from the hit. He moves to grab it by the legs, but it stumbles past his grip, its feet pattering against the floor close to Arthur. It raising its arm to bludgeon him again, and Numbers shields his head with his arms.]
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You know how to swing a knife? [He hisses, instinctively turning back to face Arthur.] There's a bunch of 'em up on the shelf here--
[He doesn't see the mannequin behind the shelves, dressed in a chef toque and apron and wielding a rolling pin. He hears the quiet woosh of air as the mannequin swings downward, smacking him over the head with a loud CRACK!]
FUCK!
[Numbers instinctively lets go of Arthur, dazed and recoiling from the hit. He moves to grab it by the legs, but it stumbles past his grip, its feet pattering against the floor close to Arthur. It raising its arm to bludgeon him again, and Numbers shields his head with his arms.]