[ It's jarring how suddenly Vasquez feels the flash of concern for Faraday and his bad leg. That strange sense of protectiveness flashes through him, and though he doesn't fire, his gun is in his hand in a heartbeat. ]
Faraday!
[ Butch meets Faraday's vicious snarl with his own, knocked aside by the way Faraday thrashes, those teeth buried in fur. He rears back, trying to wrench away from Faraday as his jaws try to twist and latch onto the leg he saw buckle.
Vasquez curses under his breath, lifting his gun as he tries to find a clear shot between the masses of wrestling fur. ]
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Faraday!
[ Butch meets Faraday's vicious snarl with his own, knocked aside by the way Faraday thrashes, those teeth buried in fur. He rears back, trying to wrench away from Faraday as his jaws try to twist and latch onto the leg he saw buckle.
Vasquez curses under his breath, lifting his gun as he tries to find a clear shot between the masses of wrestling fur. ]