[he gives him an uneasy, withering look, slumping forward a little. this is no good! he can't spend time trying to sign or scratch out words in the middle of an attack!
Jericho lifts his hands – okay, fine – and takes a step back, pushing them forward, as if pressing more distance between them. whatever weird...moment they just shared? it's done! and he's got people to take care of, since some don't have giant, horrifying monsters to watch their back.
so, excuse me!
he turns heal and starts out the alley toward the sounds of the attack.]
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Jericho lifts his hands – okay, fine – and takes a step back, pushing them forward, as if pressing more distance between them. whatever weird...moment they just shared? it's done! and he's got people to take care of, since some don't have giant, horrifying monsters to watch their back.
so, excuse me!
he turns heal and starts out the alley toward the sounds of the attack.]