[ the next shot that comes his way is too close for comfort, blasting through the wood of the booth and blowing a hole that very nearly gets his ear. but he manages to duck swiftly, biting his lip to muffle away from instinctive swear that begs to be blurted out.
he knows he's in a tough position here with no advantage. unable to tell how many shots that weapon over there has, he has to somehow focus on getting it out of his hands so kovacs can find an opening to reach him. the way they are now, this fake newt can easily make an escape before he can get close.
a quick assessment of the situation makes him think he's got one chance left here. ]
That's what I'm doing.
[ he hisses quietly, trying to steady his breathing, to focus, briefly closing his eyes to determine where his friend's body is standing based on his voice, the distance, the shift of the train floor below him, all the details that an envoy can take in. focus, focus — ]
Wherever you are in there, Newt — I'll save you.
[ those last words are almost quiet, like he somehow believes they could reach the real newt instead of whatever it is that's taken over him here now.
without waiting further, he takes his final chance, scrambling back up swiftly to his feet, turning his body to stretch his arm across the booth, aiming his blaster once more for the talisman. ]
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he knows he's in a tough position here with no advantage. unable to tell how many shots that weapon over there has, he has to somehow focus on getting it out of his hands so kovacs can find an opening to reach him. the way they are now, this fake newt can easily make an escape before he can get close.
a quick assessment of the situation makes him think he's got one chance left here. ]
That's what I'm doing.
[ he hisses quietly, trying to steady his breathing, to focus, briefly closing his eyes to determine where his friend's body is standing based on his voice, the distance, the shift of the train floor below him, all the details that an envoy can take in. focus, focus — ]
Wherever you are in there, Newt — I'll save you.
[ those last words are almost quiet, like he somehow believes they could reach the real newt instead of whatever it is that's taken over him here now.
without waiting further, he takes his final chance, scrambling back up swiftly to his feet, turning his body to stretch his arm across the booth, aiming his blaster once more for the talisman. ]