Arrival [Octane #13]

[Salem Croft]

Salem was clearing the sting from his eyes, taking notice of the approaching guards while still holding Drako's wrist! The champ was stretching through the door trying to find a weapon, the security was in full force towards him, no longer worried about the crowd as potential weapons were brought into the picture. So, Salem did the best thing he could think of - he took his free hand and grabbed the sliding door handle, keeping a firm lock on Drako's wrist while slamming it shut on his forearm!  

[Drako Damone]

Drako is unfortunately caught by the van door here. He lets out an obvious scream of pain as he rolls to the ground, clutching his arm to himself. He's unsure if the arm is broken or what but a metal door hitting it damn sure didn't feel great  

[Salem Croft]

Salem let go, watching his prey yelp and writhe like a wounded animal as security guards seized hold of him, two to an arm. At this point police lights could be seen behind the mob of spectators, officers calling for order, crowd dispersing as they intervened. Dragged backward, blood dribbling down his nose and mouth, Salem smiled and laughed, eyes transfixed on the stricken champion while nearby emergency medical staff rushed to treat him.

"Next time, I'll bite your ******** NOSE off!" he shouted above the din, cackling hysterically as he was swallowed by the police and security forces.  

[Drako Damone]

Drako refuses to be help. Clutching his damaged arm, he gets to his feet as medical staff pleads with him to go to the trainer's room. Slowly, agonizingly, he makes his way. Towards the actual backstage area in the building