[What do they feed people in Poe's universe? The shot to the shoulder doesn't do much more than piss an already angry guy (too big to be a kid) off, though look on the the his face when that little head-game didn't play out the way he wanted is almost worth being thrown into a brick wall a half second later.
John's breath vacates his lungs on impact, and for a moment his vision goes dark at the corners. He slides halfway down the wall, momentarily stunned, until he snaps back to attention at the sound of Poe yelling.
They're still at it. Mongoose and snake. No one's winning this fight. If the two of them don't kill each other outright, they'll die trying.
John doesn't doubt they have their reasons, he's never seen Poe so angry, but there's no grudge that's worth dying for. Not like this.]
Poe, c'mon! We can't do this here-
[John doesn't know how to get through to him, just yanking Poe off and away isn't enough, he'll be right back in there the second John lets go, and he's not strong enough to hold him back for as long as it takes to get out of range.
He feels hot wet sliding down the back of his neck. Blood. It doesn't hurt, but he's aware of it. John fires off three rapid shots at the guy in black, enough for him to divide his attention between choking Poe and blocking the bullets, and holds out his bloody hand in Poe's line of sight.]
Look, I hit my head, I won't be able to pull that trick again- we need to fall back!
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John's breath vacates his lungs on impact, and for a moment his vision goes dark at the corners. He slides halfway down the wall, momentarily stunned, until he snaps back to attention at the sound of Poe yelling.
They're still at it. Mongoose and snake. No one's winning this fight. If the two of them don't kill each other outright, they'll die trying.
John doesn't doubt they have their reasons, he's never seen Poe so angry, but there's no grudge that's worth dying for. Not like this.]
Poe, c'mon! We can't do this here-
[John doesn't know how to get through to him, just yanking Poe off and away isn't enough, he'll be right back in there the second John lets go, and he's not strong enough to hold him back for as long as it takes to get out of range.
He feels hot wet sliding down the back of his neck. Blood. It doesn't hurt, but he's aware of it. John fires off three rapid shots at the guy in black, enough for him to divide his attention between choking Poe and blocking the bullets, and holds out his bloody hand in Poe's line of sight.]
Look, I hit my head, I won't be able to pull that trick again- we need to fall back!
[Worth a shot.]