Adrenaline pumps throughout his system, casuing tunnel vision and keeping him focused on the task at hand. Whatever was happening before, whatever he was feeling, doubting, thinking, it gets pushed to the back of his mind. Irrelevant white noise in the face of present danger. There's no room for the hows, the whys, the whats; one foot in front of the other, gun in hand, don't drop the body.
Some people struggle to shut off that human part of themselves, but for John, it's as natural as breathing. To be an effective weapon, a good soldier, letting gut instinct guide you is for the better.
Sight is limited without the flame of his lighter, the hallways just illuminated enough that he'll know a wall before he runs into it. There's sound in the distance, from where they came, that's entirely unpleasant to think about. Like slurping and tearing, like those monsters were eating whatever was left of their kin. John thanks his lucky stars that the blood already caked on his face doesn't seem to draw any stragglers, obviously all those creatures distracted by the orgy of feeding behind them.
Without any further resistance, Boss manages to make his way out of the coliseum relatively easily. He knew the path back, after all. Out of immediate danger, the thoughts from before cloud back into his brain like they had never left. On the forefront is mostly surprise. Kaz had been silent tbe entire time, hadn't even taken the opportunity to curse or argue with him further. Small miracles. With no prompting, John sets Kaz down, as gently as he can, and gives his friend the cane that had hung safe from his belt. "Think we're out of the thick of it for now."
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Some people struggle to shut off that human part of themselves, but for John, it's as natural as breathing. To be an effective weapon, a good soldier, letting gut instinct guide you is for the better.
Sight is limited without the flame of his lighter, the hallways just illuminated enough that he'll know a wall before he runs into it. There's sound in the distance, from where they came, that's entirely unpleasant to think about. Like slurping and tearing, like those monsters were eating whatever was left of their kin. John thanks his lucky stars that the blood already caked on his face doesn't seem to draw any stragglers, obviously all those creatures distracted by the orgy of feeding behind them.
Without any further resistance, Boss manages to make his way out of the coliseum relatively easily. He knew the path back, after all. Out of immediate danger, the thoughts from before cloud back into his brain like they had never left. On the forefront is mostly surprise. Kaz had been silent tbe entire time, hadn't even taken the opportunity to curse or argue with him further. Small miracles. With no prompting, John sets Kaz down, as gently as he can, and gives his friend the cane that had hung safe from his belt. "Think we're out of the thick of it for now."