( it takes a second for him to notice the assist dropping in but, when he does, it's met with a fleeting flash of surprise on his face. his assist is young, small... and not at all dressed in ways that could protect him from being shot at or stabbed unexpectedly. )
What're you doing here?
( his voice is low β a growl, grabbing one of the thugs by the back of the collar there in the floor and dragging him off to the side, throwing him atop another already down and out for the count. )
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What're you doing here?
( his voice is low β a growl, grabbing one of the thugs by the back of the collar there in the floor and dragging him off to the side, throwing him atop another already down and out for the count. )