Lazarus saw Rose coming and moved with unnatural speed as he reacted. He ducked his head to the side grabbing her arm to twist and dislocate before grabbing the blade with both hands by the palms to snap it off, then used it to pin her to the wall through the shoulder.
He takes as he wagged a finger at Rose, "It was a good effort, but pointless. Not many even manage to touch me, and yet you have managed to slash my cheek. Sad to see father surrounds him self with such weak pitiful creatures." Lazarus chuckled as he wiped away blood from a gash on his cheek where the knife managed to make contact.
"Father you disappoint, for you to be so compassionate for these waste of flesh and blood. What happened to the man who left entire settlements in fear, well if there was even a survivor left that is. You were strong despite that flawed shell you call a body, a lion among men. Oh, you were quite the achievement." He stepped towards jack and Isabelle, but was stopped as two 10mm rounds impacted his chest.
Lazarus looked down at the flattened rounds just visible under the dermal layer of skin, the rounds having struck his metallic sternum. He looked up to see the pregnant Sarah with a Zen 10mm, a whisp of steam from the barrel. Her face betrayed her surprise, "The hell, your not even wearing armor." She almost stammered as she took aim again and began firing. Lazarus turned sideways, his forearm raised to cover his face as more rounds struck his yamatainium coated skeleton. He advanced forward as round after round hit with no effect, a sadistic smile on his face.
The gun emptied, it clicked as Sarah tried firing one last time, only to have a hand clamp around her throat. "Should have learned." Lazarus said as he lifted her off her feet. Hurried paws could be heard on the stairs, with Neera appearing a moment later as she stopped on the stairs with the sight that greeted her.
Jack having recovered pulled one of the pistols he had hidden around the house and began firing 45 rounds into the man. As before it had no effect. Lazarus simply laughed as he dropped Sarah to the floor, to bring a boot to the chest, laying her flat on the wood floors, "AMIT RUN!!" She screamed as she saw the boy still in the kitchen.
"Pop goes the weasel!" Lazarus said stomping with the same boot down on Sarah's head, causing a sickening splattering crunch as it burst across the floor boards reduced to a wet mush as he giggled. "No! You bastard!" Jack shouted as he continued to fire.