South Hangar
Sam looked at Marco, "Now, don't shoot me, Marco." She instructed lightly, raising the knife and pushing it down.
"Noooo!!!" Marco shouted while Levi watched his best friend move. And as he expected Marco didn't pull the trigger like he warned. Exactly as he predicted, he was only bluffing.
Marco was never the violent type, most of all he wasn't the type to kill, especially not one of his friends.
The blade in Sam's hand makes contact with the pavement, 3 inches away from Czar's face. His face held so much fear, he was frozen in such a state that he might just have wet his trousers. And Sam found it hilarious.
Cracking a devilish grin she punched him with all of her remaining strength, knocking him out completely on the cold floor.
Levi watched her throw the blade away pathetically, it didn't get far, to be honest.