Eventually he was going to remember that his luck with this sort of thing was always completely terrible. Today was evidently not that day.
Wash had just barely raised his rifle to firing position when the hand flew at him, getting under his guard and punching him hard in the stomach. Given the damn thing was nearly as big as his chest, the blow sent him tumbling backwards end over end. He managed to roll to his feet and staggered backwards, thrown off by momentum and dizziness and the fact that he couldn't quite breathe right - the hit had knocked the wind out of him. He forced himself to stay upright, tried to keep breathing and keep an eye on the hand at the same time. He saw the ping on the edge of his HUD as his healing unit kicked in; that should take care of whatever damage the hand had caused, at least.
His eyes widened as the soft green light appeared before him. It faded just as quickly as it had come, and evidently took his injuries with it: he could breathe, his head had cleared, and nothing hurt. It was as though the hit had never landed.
The swiftly evident downside to this was that the healing unit took a few seconds to calibrate; it hadn't yet had the chance to take this unexpected turn of events into account, and the painkillers it was still pumping into his bloodstream, in the absence of any pain to kill, dimmed the edges of his awareness instead.
Terrible luck. Yeah.
He noticed a few others closing in on the hand going after him and he took himself out of the line of fire. He needed the extra few seconds for the healing unit to calibrate again, and he couldn't risk hitting any of his allies like this. A sideways glance told him that Namine was still okay. There was something to be said for small favors, at least.
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Wash had just barely raised his rifle to firing position when the hand flew at him, getting under his guard and punching him hard in the stomach. Given the damn thing was nearly as big as his chest, the blow sent him tumbling backwards end over end. He managed to roll to his feet and staggered backwards, thrown off by momentum and dizziness and the fact that he couldn't quite breathe right - the hit had knocked the wind out of him. He forced himself to stay upright, tried to keep breathing and keep an eye on the hand at the same time. He saw the ping on the edge of his HUD as his healing unit kicked in; that should take care of whatever damage the hand had caused, at least.
His eyes widened as the soft green light appeared before him. It faded just as quickly as it had come, and evidently took his injuries with it: he could breathe, his head had cleared, and nothing hurt. It was as though the hit had never landed.
The swiftly evident downside to this was that the healing unit took a few seconds to calibrate; it hadn't yet had the chance to take this unexpected turn of events into account, and the painkillers it was still pumping into his bloodstream, in the absence of any pain to kill, dimmed the edges of his awareness instead.
Terrible luck. Yeah.
He noticed a few others closing in on the hand going after him and he took himself out of the line of fire. He needed the extra few seconds for the healing unit to calibrate again, and he couldn't risk hitting any of his allies like this. A sideways glance told him that Namine was still okay. There was something to be said for small favors, at least.