John blocks the shot, but just barely. Two quick flips of his wrist he can't pretend were leisure. Finn is fast, but more than that, he's got an eye for this sort of thing. He'd be a good sniper, if John thought that was something he was interested in doing. He doesn't. Finn's never struck him as someone who would take pride in counting headshots. He fights by necessity. In defense.

That's what John likes about him. The world doesn't need another weapon.

"C'mon. You can do better than that."