Kat: -arches back a bit to not get hit with blade- Stop fighting! -punches his hand and the cut lass falls from his hand- What the hell is going on! -catches his cutlass-
Real Drake: *swings through on a vine carrying a large bag and kicking the fake drake to the ground and draws his gun and empties 5 bullets in the skull then stomps on the skull so it is a messy pulp
Kat: -shrugs and tosses it at ground- I don't want it. -looks at Cynthia- When can we get out of this place?
Drake: I want more treasure anyway so I'll split up this bag of diamonds if I get a kiss from Kat *smirks