[ OW. Jake isn't doing so well, is he? He's sort of whip-lashed forward and then takes a hunk of iron to the face.
His lip is split and bleeding and he can taste is own blood. The force of the punch sends him skidding across the ground in a very ungraceful manner. He flops about for a moment before grunting and trying to flip himself over, heels digging into the ground until he comes to a knee-scraping halt.
Ow.
This is when he pulls one of his pistols and fires wildly in front of him. ]
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His lip is split and bleeding and he can taste is own blood. The force of the punch sends him skidding across the ground in a very ungraceful manner. He flops about for a moment before grunting and trying to flip himself over, heels digging into the ground until he comes to a knee-scraping halt.
Ow.
This is when he pulls one of his pistols and fires wildly in front of him. ]