[Wolfwood grunts an affirmative, struggling to sit forward. Every fiber of his being is screaming at him for moving, but he's forced himself to move through worse. He just quickly snatches up the remaining vials and stuffs them back into his blazer as he struggles to his feet.
He does not tell Vash the drugs don't seem to be working. He keeps his silence, though there's a visible sheen of sweat forming on his forehead, his left arm still limp and useless at his side. Nevertheless, he leans over to heft the Punisher, using his good hand to ker-chunk the mechanism back down, turning it sharply to lock it back into place. He manages to do this just in time to catch that whisper in his ears, prompting him to look over as the bushes begin to shake.
Wordlessly, Wolfwood steps back until he's once more shoulder-to-shoulder with Vash. Of course it's never easy.
Under his breath he growls, quiet so as not to agitate the hounds further.]
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He does not tell Vash the drugs don't seem to be working. He keeps his silence, though there's a visible sheen of sweat forming on his forehead, his left arm still limp and useless at his side. Nevertheless, he leans over to heft the Punisher, using his good hand to ker-chunk the mechanism back down, turning it sharply to lock it back into place. He manages to do this just in time to catch that whisper in his ears, prompting him to look over as the bushes begin to shake.
Wordlessly, Wolfwood steps back until he's once more shoulder-to-shoulder with Vash. Of course it's never easy.
Under his breath he growls, quiet so as not to agitate the hounds further.]
Your call.
[Either they fight, or they try to run.]