[Therion lets his head roll in Spike's direction, then huffs softly and closes his eyes.]
Against them, or against the kid?
[Sure, they all had kicks and bullets to dodge, goons to down, opportunities to impress, look stupid, and/or die. Possibly more than one of the above. But when their target was small, scared, and well-acquainted with the urban terrain, keeping up with him--catching him--had to fall to the quickest and smallest of them. Not Therion's favorite chase ever, all things told.
He flexes his bandaged palm, still throbbing from where the kid bit in hard, and tries not to think about how tight he had to hold on, crouched protectively around the child in a dark, blind cranny, while the shouts and gunfire flew past. He'd said a lot under his breath to that kid to keep him quiet, stop him struggling, until the danger was past. Crap about trusting them, that they were the good guys, that things would be okay as long as they didn't move. He doesn't know how to feel, now that it's over and those things turned out more or less true. This time.
Damn. Poor kid. Not his fault the bounty posting didn't mention he was a human being; not his fault he's worth so much money, either. Grimacing, Therion holds his shoulder in place so he can stretch the side of his neck.]
He'll bolt the second you two close your eyes. [He looks at Spike again, expression neutral. Eyes guarded.] What're you gonna do with him?
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Against them, or against the kid?
[Sure, they all had kicks and bullets to dodge, goons to down, opportunities to impress, look stupid, and/or die. Possibly more than one of the above. But when their target was small, scared, and well-acquainted with the urban terrain, keeping up with him--catching him--had to fall to the quickest and smallest of them. Not Therion's favorite chase ever, all things told.
He flexes his bandaged palm, still throbbing from where the kid bit in hard, and tries not to think about how tight he had to hold on, crouched protectively around the child in a dark, blind cranny, while the shouts and gunfire flew past. He'd said a lot under his breath to that kid to keep him quiet, stop him struggling, until the danger was past. Crap about trusting them, that they were the good guys, that things would be okay as long as they didn't move. He doesn't know how to feel, now that it's over and those things turned out more or less true. This time.
Damn. Poor kid. Not his fault the bounty posting didn't mention he was a human being; not his fault he's worth so much money, either. Grimacing, Therion holds his shoulder in place so he can stretch the side of his neck.]
He'll bolt the second you two close your eyes. [He looks at Spike again, expression neutral. Eyes guarded.] What're you gonna do with him?