Barry comes to a stumbling stop, legs wobbly and breathing hard. His ears are ringing and he wonders if he hasn't just blown out his own eardrums.
He's almost glad when hears that angry voice coming from one of the downed drones, warbled and foreboding as it is.
Pounding his palm against the outside of the cowl to try and get the rest of his hearing back, Barry looks around to verify all of the drones are down while working on catching his breath.
Looking up at Yamato, the man's retort is undecipherable thanks to his slurred speech.
Blood and spit fly from the blow and the man's eyes roll back in his head before he hits the deck, all the lights out.
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Date: Feb. 18th, 2019 08:15 pm (UTC)From:He's almost glad when hears that angry voice coming from one of the downed drones, warbled and foreboding as it is.
Pounding his palm against the outside of the cowl to try and get the rest of his hearing back, Barry looks around to verify all of the drones are down while working on catching his breath.
Looking up at Yamato, the man's retort is undecipherable thanks to his slurred speech.
Blood and spit fly from the blow and the man's eyes roll back in his head before he hits the deck, all the lights out.