One word echoes in his head, one word comes through more clearly than all the rest of them as he literally wrenches himself into a dodge. Coward. He isn't sure if it's aimed at himself or the girl, the Slayer or the lot of them for ganging up on Emma. But there isn't room for thought anymore, especially when one of the others follow their leader's cue.
Something slams into his back but he can't feel pain - the adrenaline rush takes care of that - just the sickly crack of something giving way. He lunges, grabbing for the lamp by the window, swings it around horizontally and hoping it will at least act as a distraction enough for Emma to "RUN!"
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Date: 2009-05-10 06:23 pm (UTC)Something slams into his back but he can't feel pain - the adrenaline rush takes care of that - just the sickly crack of something giving way. He lunges, grabbing for the lamp by the window, swings it around horizontally and hoping it will at least act as a distraction enough for Emma to "RUN!"