"No offense, pal, but if anyone's dying it looks like you might be--" Clint cut himself off as the gun fell, shifting back a step though he kept the arrow aimed at the man. Whatever was going on with this guy wasn't a good thing--it was well beyond anything the archer had witnessed before.
And he'd witnessed a lot.
The tension he had on the bowstring lessened slightly as the man pressed his hands to the floor, Clint watching for any sign that he might be about to do anything. It was obvious that the other was in pain of some sort though, that whatever was effecting him like that was taking a toll on him.
"..So I can take it but I shouldn't touch it?" he asked, clarifying the weird statement as an eyebrow arched. "I do, yeah." A pause. "Is this one of those things where I shouldn't be breathing the same air as you either?" Because that's just what he needed right now.
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And he'd witnessed a lot.
The tension he had on the bowstring lessened slightly as the man pressed his hands to the floor, Clint watching for any sign that he might be about to do anything. It was obvious that the other was in pain of some sort though, that whatever was effecting him like that was taking a toll on him.
"..So I can take it but I shouldn't touch it?" he asked, clarifying the weird statement as an eyebrow arched. "I do, yeah." A pause. "Is this one of those things where I shouldn't be breathing the same air as you either?" Because that's just what he needed right now.