like the first attacker had been a signal, other victims start pouring out of the woodwork-- groups of two or three, then five, darting in to test him like sharks circling a meal. there are more that hang back in the thick foliage, watching and clearly waiting for a chance to pounce once tim has been worn down. they’re wary of his staff like animals are wary of anything metal, and none of them seem to have the brains to try and pick up weapons of their own or counter his effectively. half of them are sluggish from over-exposure to the pollen, panting raggedly. the other half are charged with adrenaline, shrugging off hits that would have sent an ordinary person reeling.
jason arrives as a pack of six tries their luck, and the muddled haze in his brain gives way abruptly to stark clarity the moment he sees that uniform surrounded by circling figures. not because he recognizes it (he doesn’t), but because some gut instinct shoulders everything else out of the way. he snarls loud enough to make the others flinch back, the stragglers scattering back from him as they recognize him. a path clears and jason puts his head down, barrelling into tim’s largest attacker, lifting the man clear off his feet with jason’s shoulder in his gut. tim himself is ignored for the moment, and jason whirls to target the next nearest pollen-victim.
he’s brutal and a little sloppy under the effects of the pollen, but it’s easy to tell who trained him, and the handgun strapped to his thigh stays there the whole time. ]
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like the first attacker had been a signal, other victims start pouring out of the woodwork-- groups of two or three, then five, darting in to test him like sharks circling a meal. there are more that hang back in the thick foliage, watching and clearly waiting for a chance to pounce once tim has been worn down. they’re wary of his staff like animals are wary of anything metal, and none of them seem to have the brains to try and pick up weapons of their own or counter his effectively. half of them are sluggish from over-exposure to the pollen, panting raggedly. the other half are charged with adrenaline, shrugging off hits that would have sent an ordinary person reeling.
jason arrives as a pack of six tries their luck, and the muddled haze in his brain gives way abruptly to stark clarity the moment he sees that uniform surrounded by circling figures. not because he recognizes it (he doesn’t), but because some gut instinct shoulders everything else out of the way. he snarls loud enough to make the others flinch back, the stragglers scattering back from him as they recognize him. a path clears and jason puts his head down, barrelling into tim’s largest attacker, lifting the man clear off his feet with jason’s shoulder in his gut. tim himself is ignored for the moment, and jason whirls to target the next nearest pollen-victim.
he’s brutal and a little sloppy under the effects of the pollen, but it’s easy to tell who trained him, and the handgun strapped to his thigh stays there the whole time. ]