[He's not fucking armed. He doesn't have a gun anymore. He had a chunk of glass buried in his side, scraping up his ribs, tearing into his organs and bleeding him dry into the fucking carpeting. He doesn't have anything but his hands and his legs and the set of his teeth and that's fucking enough.]
[Powering forward, snapping arms around Jay's legs to snarl them up, bring him crashing to the ground.]
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[Powering forward, snapping arms around Jay's legs to snarl them up, bring him crashing to the ground.]
[You've done nothing but make everything worse.]
[It's time to fix that.]