It's like the first time he fired a gun when his old man had taken him hunting - the kickback the gun had thrown at him when he fired it, like a punch in the face, had almost sent him sprawling backwards. Except there's no kickback here, just a sudden force of something slamming into him, sending him launching backwards off his feet and landing with a hard grunt and an even harder skid on the ground.
He's aware of people running away; he pays no attention to it, though, just groans and starts to push himself back up, confused by what the hell had just happened. And that's when he sees the woman slam her hands into the ground hard enough to cause the cement to do something he's never seen before.
"Oh, shit," comes his quiet, winded exclamation, eyes widening as he starts pushing himself backwards with his hands and feet. And then, he's quickly clambouring to his feet, revolver thankfully still in his grasp. He cuts his eyes away quickly to search for his pistol. Sees it lying on the ground a little further away. Cuts his eyes back to the woman, back to the pistol. He quickly darts over towards it, stoops down, snatches it up in his still aching hand.
When he turns back to the woman, he sees a young man approaching, and if things weren't already weird enough, the ball of flames that ignite on the man's hand takes the fucking cake.
Jesus Christ. It's like he's losing his mind or something.
"Hey look, that girl started attackin' me outta nowhere," Joel is quick to explain in case the guy decides to do something with that fire that Joel can't defend himself from. "I was just mindin' my business, she came up, started accusing me of stealin' money."
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He's aware of people running away; he pays no attention to it, though, just groans and starts to push himself back up, confused by what the hell had just happened. And that's when he sees the woman slam her hands into the ground hard enough to cause the cement to do something he's never seen before.
"Oh, shit," comes his quiet, winded exclamation, eyes widening as he starts pushing himself backwards with his hands and feet. And then, he's quickly clambouring to his feet, revolver thankfully still in his grasp. He cuts his eyes away quickly to search for his pistol. Sees it lying on the ground a little further away. Cuts his eyes back to the woman, back to the pistol. He quickly darts over towards it, stoops down, snatches it up in his still aching hand.
When he turns back to the woman, he sees a young man approaching, and if things weren't already weird enough, the ball of flames that ignite on the man's hand takes the fucking cake.
Jesus Christ. It's like he's losing his mind or something.
"Hey look, that girl started attackin' me outta nowhere," Joel is quick to explain in case the guy decides to do something with that fire that Joel can't defend himself from. "I was just mindin' my business, she came up, started accusing me of stealin' money."