[What the mannequins do not know is that Wolfwood is, as ever, an assassin. He's a trained killer, which means sneaking up on him- even when he isn't expecting it- isn't going to be so easy as just doing it. At worst, the scissors end up grazing his shoulder, maybe tearing the fabric of his blazer (again) but not actually breaking through to the skin as Wolfwood wheels around and clocks the thing in the head with his elbow, turning back to look at the mannequins just...
no subject
Standing there.
Staring at him.
Immobile, because HE is looking at them.]
Can't you fuckers take a hint!?