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[jumpthegun]

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[headjacked]

[ He was hoping for something reassuring. This has him on the verge of a panic attack. At least the good doctor can't see him falling apart. ]

He's bigger than me, Dr. John. Like. Significantly.

I'll try the staying away strategy. It's kind of all I got.

[jumpthegun]

Eyes, nose, throat, elbows, groin, knees, ankles. It doesn't matter how big someone is. You hit them hard enough in one of those places, it's gonna hurt like hell. Stitches isn't the biggest bloke I've taken down hand-to-hand.

[ Okay, that might be a bit of a lie. But in John's defense, he is trying to be reassuring. And he has taken down much larger men. Stitches is just... really tall. ]

Just try to make it through the night, Rhys. We'll come to get you in the morning. And I'll contact Dr. Stitches, try to talk some sense into him if it's needed.

[headjacked]

[ All sensible advice for someone who is actually competent. Unfortunately, John is talking to Rhys, who cannot choke out a single bandit after getting the literal jump on him. ]

Okay.

Can you do me a big favor and keep an eye on Angel? I know she probably seems calm, but she's big on repression.

[jumpthegun]

[ Big on repression. John knows nothing of that, of course. ]

Sure! Happy to do it. We'll see you in the morning Rhys. Stay as safe as you can.