[ For half a second, John is on top of him, that hideous weapon in his trembling grip— and then it's as though all gravity has condensed into a single point. John swears in surprise as the head of the hammer strikes the ground, and its handle slams down across Jayce's chest like a steel bar.
He takes the opportunity. John kicks hard for Jayce's bad leg and rolls free into the rubble. He's up and backing away in the frantic, panicked scramble of a hunted animal. ]
Leave— us— alone.
[ He does what he and Arthur have always done: he ducks behind cover, and fucking runs. ]
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He takes the opportunity. John kicks hard for Jayce's bad leg and rolls free into the rubble. He's up and backing away in the frantic, panicked scramble of a hunted animal. ]
Leave— us— alone.
[ He does what he and Arthur have always done: he ducks behind cover, and fucking runs. ]