Thomas was surprised by the grab,and what she said. As she shoved him back however he moved. Thomas did have one major sill after all and that was reaction speed. He imagined Aly expected him to end up on his ass. Instead he'd grabbed her wrist, and as he went down bled the momentum into a roll. Even as he was doing so still holding Aly's wrist thus forcing her to go with him his right free hand moved into his pocket and drew a flip knife, his thumb sliding the blade out. In half the time it took for a person to blink Thomas had turned Aly's shove into a roll, and pinned the sassy former criminal. The razor sharp edge of the knife pressed to her throat. His body positioned so he had leverage, and both hands gripping the knife in a position so she couldn't easily force it away.
Thomas gently parted skin on Aly's neck, not deep but enough where she'd be very aware of it. Thomas spoke his voice a whisper, but still easily heard, "You feel that? That's not Celestial Bronze, that's good muggle Kentucky steel. Sharpened just right for a throat slitting knife. Too sharp, you have issues cutting the muscle, too dull and arterial spray makes a major mess. This blade is just right, sure I'd have to put on a new shirt, but most of the blood would end up in your lungs."
Aly might recognize his tone. It wasn't the tone of a hero, the tone of an idealist kid hunting monsters. It was the tone of people in the game. A tone used by war vets, and killers, people who were dangerous. Anyone could kill, but Thomas's grip and position, and even his tone were that of someone who excelled at it. Who liked it.
Thomas knew he had her attention as he said, "I never said you should put me above Jessie. If we'd both been stabbed in the stomach, I'd expect you to worry about her first. Honestly, she's physically the weak link here. No disrespect intended Jesse, but your girlfriend here knew how to bypass your wind pipe. She's done it before. When your embarrassed to look at my ass, which implies you haven't been through some of the intense shit we have. What I'm saying Alyissa, is after she was safe, you should have checked out my wound. If she gets a paper cut, and your bleeding to death, which one need the focus? She was stable with the pen in her neck. I could have been dying. It would have taken ten seconds to check the wound."
He took a breathe, "As for hunting Gorgons. I'm not doing it for my mother. Remember the info from the attack? Two adults and a our year old child were killed. If the parents had been demigods, we'd have known about it. That means the kid was the demigod. That means we have three five X threats hunting down demigods all of whom are presumably too young for camp meaning under 12. Add in the goddesses who they most hate, it was probably a sister to me, or Jessie who died, she died screaming in agony as the car pieces punctured her body. She'll never get a chance to meet a boy, fall in love, never get a sweet sixteen. For that girl's future, and all the other futures cut down by those snake slags, that's why I'm doing this."
Thomas blinked as he said, "And all I'm wearing on my lower body is boxers. While sitting on top of you."
