Casey's spent a lot of school nights pouring over old comic books full of mutants and spandex and powers and battles with fun monsters. Sort of like his actual real life, really, and shouldn't having actual super powers make this easier?
That is a lot of thought to pack into the spaces between getting tackled and the bomb going off and hitting the ground and then Wash screams right next to his ear and most of his thoughts are obliterated.
He's not sure if he can hear anything over the ringing but he gets himself to his hands and knees and gets his first glimpse of how bad Wash is messed up. That is definitely blood. Like, a lot of it. And he's making noises like his back is way more shredded than he can see past his armor.
"Dude, you OK?!"
"Sure are."
Two of the gangbangers took cover behind a climate console and look basically untouched. The guy with the detonator -Oh man- took a piece of glass to the throat, and neither of the others seemed to especially care.
Even the Purple Dragons might be affected if one of their own had their throat sliced open.
Casey can only force his eyes away from the mangled body (bodies?) on the floor and onto the bangers, but his former confidence is gone, replaced with the distinct feeling that he's in over his head. They're still going to attack him, and he can't afford to take any time to think about any of this.
They have stun batons and knives but his stick should be enough to defend himself and Wash...As long as he doesn't slip in the blood.
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Casey's spent a lot of school nights pouring over old comic books full of mutants and spandex and powers and battles with fun monsters. Sort of like his actual real life, really, and shouldn't having actual super powers make this easier?
That is a lot of thought to pack into the spaces between getting tackled and the bomb going off and hitting the ground and then Wash screams right next to his ear and most of his thoughts are obliterated.
He's not sure if he can hear anything over the ringing but he gets himself to his hands and knees and gets his first glimpse of how bad Wash is messed up. That is definitely blood. Like, a lot of it. And he's making noises like his back is way more shredded than he can see past his armor.
"Dude, you OK?!"
"Sure are."
Two of the gangbangers took cover behind a climate console and look basically untouched. The guy with the detonator -Oh man- took a piece of glass to the throat, and neither of the others seemed to especially care.
Even the Purple Dragons might be affected if one of their own had their throat sliced open.
Casey can only force his eyes away from the mangled body (bodies?) on the floor and onto the bangers, but his former confidence is gone, replaced with the distinct feeling that he's in over his head. They're still going to attack him, and he can't afford to take any time to think about any of this.
They have stun batons and knives but his stick should be enough to defend himself and Wash...As long as he doesn't slip in the blood.