( The truth of the matter is, the rifle's for show. Not because he can't use it, not because he wouldn't if he had to, but he's limited on ammunition here. Didn't exactly show up with his full arsenal, and he's got no real concept of when or where he might be able to resupply on bullets. If he can manage without wasting them, there's no reason for him to use a gun in a knfie fight.
And hell, would you look at that — she goes and surprises every single goddamn one of them by having combat training. If he were gonna pop a shot into anybody, it would've been the man closest to her, the one with the knife, the one where time and distance were a real factor and he'd need to be put down before he could sink the blade into her body somewhere.
But now that problem's solved, it means he can dart forward before the second man gets in range of her, jamming the cold steel of his rifle directly into that asshole's nose, breaking it and rendering him staggering, hunched over. The perfect position for a brutal knee to the face, right on time for goon number three to step in — but apparently goon three has at least one single working brain cell, because when choosing between his targets, he elects not to go for the very large man that might have just driven his buddy's nose straight into his brain, and instead he goes for the thinner woman that looks like she's disarming and subduing non-lethally. He'll take his chances with her, thanks.
Like it's gonna end any better for him.
Goon two had a makeshift machete made out of the sharpened scrap metal of a highway road sign, bound at the bottom in a rubber hilt and coated in layers and layers of duct tape. He takes it in hand, and turns on Three right as the guy goes to try and wrap a hand around Daisy's wrist. )
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And hell, would you look at that — she goes and surprises every single goddamn one of them by having combat training. If he were gonna pop a shot into anybody, it would've been the man closest to her, the one with the knife, the one where time and distance were a real factor and he'd need to be put down before he could sink the blade into her body somewhere.
But now that problem's solved, it means he can dart forward before the second man gets in range of her, jamming the cold steel of his rifle directly into that asshole's nose, breaking it and rendering him staggering, hunched over. The perfect position for a brutal knee to the face, right on time for goon number three to step in — but apparently goon three has at least one single working brain cell, because when choosing between his targets, he elects not to go for the very large man that might have just driven his buddy's nose straight into his brain, and instead he goes for the thinner woman that looks like she's disarming and subduing non-lethally. He'll take his chances with her, thanks.
Like it's gonna end any better for him.
Goon two had a makeshift machete made out of the sharpened scrap metal of a highway road sign, bound at the bottom in a rubber hilt and coated in layers and layers of duct tape. He takes it in hand, and turns on Three right as the guy goes to try and wrap a hand around Daisy's wrist. )