Jin and the old man fell, the world spun in and out of focus, his skull bouncing against the scales, rolling until there was nothing but air. His muscles locked up, forcing him to hold himself as every nerve in his body screamed in terror of death until he landed, slamming onto his side. The joy of nothing being broken didn't last. Both parties jumped from the molten tar, rubbing the screaming pain away.
A wall of pale golden leg came crashing down.
Jin dove, the old man forced to follow suit. Onwards it stomped, determined to catch Paige.
Jin rammed the old man, taking advantage of his youth.
Just in time!
A Glock skittered on the ground changing the fight from 'beat the old man' to 'get the gun'! They wrestled. The old man was millimetres away when a change in their shadows forced them to look up and break away.
Crash!
The foot caught a bit of his shoe, which was enough to smother it. It wasn't steel but dough, wrapping around him, pushing further and further. There was still hope but as a scream was squeezed out of him, he could feel the promise of a shattered foot was coming true.
It rose.
Nothing was broken, but there'd be no tap dancing in Jin's future. He looked up and saw the old man aiming.
'Shit'
Jin stood at an angle, arms raised. The man pulled the pin, target lined up.
Click!
The safety?
His mind reeled, sprinting.
No time for agony.
Paige, covered in soot, landed nearby followed close by a haze of blue and orange, painting them in an impossible light.
The old man shielded his eyes.
No time for pain.
Jin caught him by the wrists, and they wrestled. He was strong! It would take little to bend Jin to allow the tip of the gun to rest on Jin's skull, grip or no grip. The dragon's foot landed nearby. Jin roared, the beast roared, matching his fury, syncing into a dual push, ramming the old man into the scaled wall.
The gun went off.
Once, twice, three times.
The man fell.