A man ran towards them. He was covered in blood, and multiple wounds dotted his body. He had fear in his eyes, the fear that comes from being prey, and only from being prey. He was looking around constantly for something.
"Oh God, you gotta help me! This psychotic girl just attacked me! I am bleeding bad, you gotta he--" Suddenly, he started gagging. An impression of a knife came from his chest. The man fell over. He must have been choking on his own blood. Tam ran to Jacob and Mongrel.
"Shit, that was excellent! The knife was thrown beautifully, much better then that shitty switchblade I had! It hit in his lungs, so he is probably going to die a slow death by suffocation! Isn't it wonderful when children learn things?" Tam smiled with a malice only seen from schoolyard bullies and serial killers.
The victim grabbed the trousers of Tam. Unable to speak, he managed to gargle out the approximation of help. This was cut off by Tam slamming her boot on the man's cheek, finally putting him out of his misery.
"Well, that was a fun experience." She kicked the body over on it's side, and grabbed the knife protruding out of his back. She cleaned off some of the bloodstains.
"So, what have you been up to?" She asked, still cleaning up the bloodstains.