He edges forward, making muffled noises of pain into his helmet, and finally manages to grab his gun, just in time to see Casey go down and stay down. Shit-
Instinct kicks in, and he swings the gun around, aiming and firing off two shots in quick succession. They're both shoddy; one hits one thug in the shoulder, and the other clips the side of the other thug's neck. If they'd been real bullets, the shots would have been nothing; thankfully, all stun ammunition needs to do is touch, and both thugs crumple.
As does Wash, dropping his gun again. It's been a long time since the recoil on his pistol has bothered him; then again, he's never had a shoulder full of glass before, and any movement is turning out to be pretty damn painful. For the moment, he just breathes and watches his motion trackers. He'll get up in a minute.
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Instinct kicks in, and he swings the gun around, aiming and firing off two shots in quick succession. They're both shoddy; one hits one thug in the shoulder, and the other clips the side of the other thug's neck. If they'd been real bullets, the shots would have been nothing; thankfully, all stun ammunition needs to do is touch, and both thugs crumple.
As does Wash, dropping his gun again. It's been a long time since the recoil on his pistol has bothered him; then again, he's never had a shoulder full of glass before, and any movement is turning out to be pretty damn painful. For the moment, he just breathes and watches his motion trackers. He'll get up in a minute.