It looked like Wash's luck was going to hold. Unfortunately for him, his luck with this sort of thing was extremely terrible, and that being the luck that held meant that he hadn't managed to dodge fast enough and the hand hit him full in the chest, knocking the wind out of him and leaving him to impact hard on the ground near the door. He gasped and forced himself to roll, trying to regain his breath, his vision, his feet, anything to keep from suffering another hit like that.

Several things happened at once after that: his vision cleared and his breath returned quickly, almost as though he'd never been hit in the first place; the monkey-thing screamed; and he found himself looking at a separated hand over him with a large rock clutched in its grasp. He rolled again, this time to his feet, only to see Sora luring another hand towards him. What- Why- "What the fuck!" he gasped, throwing himself out of the path of the approaching hands. Eventually, he'd get to draw his gun and actually get into this fight. He just wasn't going to have that opportunity when people kept attracting goddamn extra monkey hands towards him.

That opportunity came sooner than he'd imagined when a quick glance around while he recovered from his latest dodge told him that Namine was here. It took a split second to process that - why the hell was she in the middle of a combat zone? She could be hurt! Something in his stomach twisted unpleasantly at that. No. That was not happening with him around. He sprinted the few short feet to where she was, pulling the rifle off his back. "Find cover!" he called, skidding to a stop and firing a short burst at the hand that was coming after her.