John watches two of them signalling to each other and feels his gut twist uneasily. The bandits aren't even trying to kill them, and that's good, but John doesn't feel like they're in control of the fight either. They're being toyed with. He doesn't like being toyed with.
A bandit moves up beside him and he grabs their arm to stop the blade, rolls his eyes as another moves in and swings them to crash into each other. This getting tiresome, and John is running out of patience and sympathy. Ianto might prefer to stun them but if the ones they've stunned start getting up then this will never end. He drives his blade into the neck of the one now in front of him and twists, kicks him back to dislodge it. He doesn't even watching the bandit begin to stumble before engaging the next one. His arm still hurts. He feels angry about it.
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John watches two of them signalling to each other and feels his gut twist uneasily. The bandits aren't even trying to kill them, and that's good, but John doesn't feel like they're in control of the fight either. They're being toyed with. He doesn't like being toyed with.
A bandit moves up beside him and he grabs their arm to stop the blade, rolls his eyes as another moves in and swings them to crash into each other. This getting tiresome, and John is running out of patience and sympathy. Ianto might prefer to stun them but if the ones they've stunned start getting up then this will never end. He drives his blade into the neck of the one now in front of him and twists, kicks him back to dislodge it. He doesn't even watching the bandit begin to stumble before engaging the next one. His arm still hurts. He feels angry about it.