Leavenworth Smedry

"Oof!"

Smedry grunts in surprise as he swivels about in McCoy's grasp.

"Huh. Well, I can understand the feeling, Professor."

He blinks and looking up at the looming, brooding, faintly growling Jack Ketch, his large executioners axe at the ready.

"My, my...Well then...if it's all the same to you, dear boy, I'd prefer not to be executed at your hands. Dreadful clumsy affair."

He follow's Frost's advice, and with with a whistle of his sword, goes for Ketch's eyes.