Faith Meets Vladimir 'The Impaler' Strife

Vlad held onto his swords and kicked off of Pain with his legs. "So am I" he said as he twirled his swords around and waited for Pain to come at him.

"Guys!" Faith scolded as she stepped right in the middle of the pair.
"Stop it - look at the attention you're getting," she mumbled, her eyes narrowing. "You don't...need to fight...I'm fine...Vlad wants to join G.U.N Pain...let's go talk over a beer or something..." she began, her voice soft and soothing. Scar was on edge, quiet but on edge.
"There is really no need...for fighting."

Pain took the knee to the midsection, (since it's the only possible leg-based attack while stuck in a bear-hug) he shrugged of the attack and fought through the agony he felt from the wounds in his chest. The blades dug deep in him all the way down to the hilt, the blades protruding out of his back in a bloody mess, but he continued on anyway. He began squeezing the life out of the swordsman, holding back just enough so that he wouldn't kill him, simply crush him instead!

"Stay...out...of this...This aint about you..." He grunted as he struggled to keep the strength to hold his grip, but being the tank he is, he pursued onwards and continued to squeeze!