He reached down to his holsters and pulled out the gas gun with a practiced flourish.
"I'm the Sandman. We're old fashioned, firmly in the no-kill camp," and he turned the gun to the side to show off the slot where he could insert his canisters. "This produces a sleeping gas, a similar formula to the one my mentor used for years. The problem with gas, however, is that it's not exactly selective as to who it works on."
Hence the mask.
"Though... I'm actually immune to it, that's not something I want people knowing. And the mask is-- the mask is--" it was clearly hard for him to find the exact words. There were plenty of words, of course. But the right ones... "the mask is part of the legacy. Not the same as Wesley's, but the visual is similar. And it helps that it's intimidating to the kind of criminal I usually deal with."
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"I'm the Sandman. We're old fashioned, firmly in the no-kill camp," and he turned the gun to the side to show off the slot where he could insert his canisters. "This produces a sleeping gas, a similar formula to the one my mentor used for years. The problem with gas, however, is that it's not exactly selective as to who it works on."
Hence the mask.
"Though... I'm actually immune to it, that's not something I want people knowing. And the mask is-- the mask is--" it was clearly hard for him to find the exact words. There were plenty of words, of course. But the right ones... "the mask is part of the legacy. Not the same as Wesley's, but the visual is similar. And it helps that it's intimidating to the kind of criminal I usually deal with."