Dave curses and reverses his sword stabbing back at the person behind him who grabbed for his arm. Like hell he's going to-
His reflections are there before he can finish the motion, calmly attacking while he's distracted. He can't parry, he can't jerk to the side. Swords pierce through his flesh and punch out the back. The floor is stained with red as they step back, slowly drawing their weapons out. It's a simple concept. If he'd too busy trying to revive, he can't escape them or help John escape.
His shades hit the floor, skidding away and one kicks them aside, to grab his chin and shove him back. There's enough of gap between his captors and John to show the cynical defeat on his face and his attempt to mouth for John to run.
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His reflections are there before he can finish the motion, calmly attacking while he's distracted. He can't parry, he can't jerk to the side. Swords pierce through his flesh and punch out the back. The floor is stained with red as they step back, slowly drawing their weapons out. It's a simple concept. If he'd too busy trying to revive, he can't escape them or help John escape.
His shades hit the floor, skidding away and one kicks them aside, to grab his chin and shove him back. There's enough of gap between his captors and John to show the cynical defeat on his face and his attempt to mouth for John to run.
RUN. While they're distracted with him.
Go.