[Johnnie misses with that slash and the guy he's fighting counters with a fist to his nose. Johnnie shouts with pain as he sees stars briefly - fuck, that better not have broken - and he feels wet streaming down his face. He retaliates immediately, striking with his knife again and burying it deep in the man's bicep.
This dude is huge though, and apparently fucking immune to pain because he just grabs around Johnnie's wrist and stops him from twisting the knife that's sticking out of the dude's arm. Wide-eyed for only a moment, Johnnie thinks fast, grabs the gun left-handed from his belt and fires it point blank into the dude's gut.
The gunshot brings a whole lot of attention. Dante shouts, in surprise or anger or both. The other man tries to grab Chrissy around the middle and pin her arms at her sides. Footsteps echo and chairs screech across the floor from the main room of the clubhouse where men get up from their tables. Johnnie pulls free of the guy he shot, tugs his knife out of the man's arm, then deftly swaps his weapons and fires at Dante, who is already taking cover behind a table with his own gun pointed at Johnnie. Neither bullet hits, and chips of wood and paint go flying.]
That's two down, motherfucker, you wanna lose more men or what? You don't fuck with us Enders, you really oughta know better! Let us go or you're gonna find out real fast what nightmares are made of!
[Would he actually? Who fucking knows. It's a pretty good threat.]
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This dude is huge though, and apparently fucking immune to pain because he just grabs around Johnnie's wrist and stops him from twisting the knife that's sticking out of the dude's arm. Wide-eyed for only a moment, Johnnie thinks fast, grabs the gun left-handed from his belt and fires it point blank into the dude's gut.
The gunshot brings a whole lot of attention. Dante shouts, in surprise or anger or both. The other man tries to grab Chrissy around the middle and pin her arms at her sides. Footsteps echo and chairs screech across the floor from the main room of the clubhouse where men get up from their tables. Johnnie pulls free of the guy he shot, tugs his knife out of the man's arm, then deftly swaps his weapons and fires at Dante, who is already taking cover behind a table with his own gun pointed at Johnnie. Neither bullet hits, and chips of wood and paint go flying.]
That's two down, motherfucker, you wanna lose more men or what? You don't fuck with us Enders, you really oughta know better! Let us go or you're gonna find out real fast what nightmares are made of!
[Would he actually? Who fucking knows. It's a pretty good threat.]