[He waits for another punch or worse as 76 looms over him but it doesn't come. Why? McCree levels him a hard, confused stare until it registers no hit is going to come.
Some part of him is infuriated by how the most merciful thing can seem like a complete mockery in this kind of context. He recognizes he's getting off way too easy here and it doesn't add up. He doesn't want to tempt it so he stays down but he narrows his eyes and spits out a wad of blood in obvious distaste.]
You'd best hope not.
[All but growled and then he relents to a lot of pain he'd been ignoring, slumps fully against the wall and winces. He won't chase. Not now, but later inevitably.]
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Some part of him is infuriated by how the most merciful thing can seem like a complete mockery in this kind of context. He recognizes he's getting off way too easy here and it doesn't add up. He doesn't want to tempt it so he stays down but he narrows his eyes and spits out a wad of blood in obvious distaste.]
You'd best hope not.
[All but growled and then he relents to a lot of pain he'd been ignoring, slumps fully against the wall and winces. He won't chase. Not now, but later inevitably.]