[ Matt is yelling at Fujino to run when he hears the voice cutting through the din, that level "bend" that silences the crowd. He's included in the hoard of people who've suddenly gone dead still, quiet only because he wants to hear the clatter of something that sounds roughly like a firearm hit the ground— the shape is wrong, it falls with an irregularity that he doesn't attribute to handguns but the smell of the smoke is indication enough of what it is. Used to be.
The thought of what just transpired almost makes him laugh. Really?
Foggy'd get a kick out of this, except for the part where Matt keeps this from his fellow avocado-at-law to keep him from harm's way. God knows he doesn't need any more heart attacks. ]
Stay hidden! [ Is Matt's only warning before he starts up again, cracks his fist against a jaw and sends another man flying, because stopping is death and Murdocks never give up.
Not even when the person they're saving is a little out of the ordinary.
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The thought of what just transpired almost makes him laugh. Really?
Foggy'd get a kick out of this, except for the part where Matt keeps this from his fellow avocado-at-law to keep him from harm's way. God knows he doesn't need any more heart attacks. ]
Stay hidden! [ Is Matt's only warning before he starts up again, cracks his fist against a jaw and sends another man flying, because stopping is death and Murdocks never give up.
Not even when the person they're saving is a little out of the ordinary.
(Especially, maybe.) ]