There are some days when Wash hates being right. This is absolutely one of them. He bolts the moment they start firing, heading behind the toadstool and trying to think. He's got a very short length of rope, a giant toadstool, a knife, and two people after him who won't think twice about killing him - hell, they probably think it's a sport. He's got three and a half seconds to think before they make it around the toadstool and he gets caught in the line of fire.

Two seconds later, a chunk of toadstool flies out from behind the toadstool itself, hurled from an improvised rope slingshot and aimed for Gloss. Wash doesn't stop to see if it hits - he's darting towards another toadstool, trying for cover in the less terrifyingly giant foliage growing around its base. Anything to get away from these two.