"I have poles!" He shows off his batons, waving them around a bit frantically like he doesn't know how to use them. Which is. Not entirely far from the truth at this current juncture.
"Why would I have a gun?! Nobody has a gun in London! Not even the coppers!" Well, maybe a very small handful of them do, he's not sure, but all the police he's seen in London don't carry any guns.
"The poles came with the suit... I don't-- I wouldn't hurt anyone..." It's true, he doesn't believe in violence, and doesn't really know what to do when faced with it. Marc's always helped, taken over when Steven's in trouble and looked after him. But! Steven doesn't want him coming out right now! He's going to hurt somebody...
"But you're right. I have to do this. Stand back now, I've got this." He takes a few deep breaths and tries to steel his nerves, a tightness in his jaw and a hardness in his eyes before taking a lunge at the jackal and swinging his arms like crazy, flailing a bit trying to get a hit in.
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"Why would I have a gun?! Nobody has a gun in London! Not even the coppers!" Well, maybe a very small handful of them do, he's not sure, but all the police he's seen in London don't carry any guns.
"The poles came with the suit... I don't-- I wouldn't hurt anyone..." It's true, he doesn't believe in violence, and doesn't really know what to do when faced with it. Marc's always helped, taken over when Steven's in trouble and looked after him. But! Steven doesn't want him coming out right now! He's going to hurt somebody...
"But you're right. I have to do this. Stand back now, I've got this." He takes a few deep breaths and tries to steel his nerves, a tightness in his jaw and a hardness in his eyes before taking a lunge at the jackal and swinging his arms like crazy, flailing a bit trying to get a hit in.
He doesn't got this.