[ HJ went flying, but that didn't mean that he was down, flying to the ground, before he tucked and rolled, and then turned. The distraction worked. It left the last man, the one Cross had let go flabbergasted. Good. That's what he'd intended. It left him precious moments to take care of the bigger issue.
The issue being the man that was lurking, waiting, since he'd lost his partners.
HJ dashed past the tall redhead, lunging for the bruiser, a hand to his throat to stop him short. ]
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The issue being the man that was lurking, waiting, since he'd lost his partners.
HJ dashed past the tall redhead, lunging for the bruiser, a hand to his throat to stop him short. ]