[Direct hit on both accounts. The bottle is knocked away from Edward's hand, the rest of it shattering against the side of the counter. And Luke's kick to the shin is enough to knock him slightly off balance, though he doesn't fall to the ground. No, instead he sets his sights on Luke (an easier target, given his lack of a weapon.) He'll make a good little human shield.
Before he can lunge at the boy, though, he's interrupted by the sudden arrival of a flying poker. The pointed tip of which pierces into his temple, lodging itself right on into his head. He doesn't say a word---he can't, really. But after a second, the Riddler's drone tumbles to the ground. Dead.]
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Before he can lunge at the boy, though, he's interrupted by the sudden arrival of a flying poker. The pointed tip of which pierces into his temple, lodging itself right on into his head. He doesn't say a word---he can't, really. But after a second, the Riddler's drone tumbles to the ground. Dead.]