His first priority is to scan and make sure he doesn't see any remaining civilians - or their bodies - but it looks like they've all managed to get away or get hidden, and the only agents who've made it back into the dangerous dead-end labyrinth of Flag Hill alleys are ones who don't need to walk. One throws itself at Jason, flickering in and out of having a present mass, though the rest seem to be stalled by bullets--
--Until that one, and then Logan is over the side, into a ravine. Bruce has a moment of pause that's barely noticeable: not mourning, not panic, just the noting of something extremely inconvenient, considering the potentials, then deciding that the ravine is no place for anyone who can get their limbs broken. He knows Logan will survive, but he can't guess at whether or not the other man will be able to get out. Not that he has any room to worry about it now, as someone is attempting to tackle him.
Bruce knocks back his attacker and immediately draws his blade crosswise from over his shoulder, swinging it across and throwing it - it lands with a sick noise, harpooning the agent through high on his clavicle, where the joins in the armor are, and veritably pinning him against the looming wall of rock and dirt. His hand is on the tang to rip the sword back out when he's suddenly hit with something that leaves him reeling.
He isn't in Flag Hill. He's not even in Baedal. He's in Tibet. He's in the monastery, and everything's on fire, and this man before him is the one that Ducard tried to make him execute and everything feelslookssmells the same. From behind him, a familiar voice slips in: "Well, are you going to come around, this time?"
It snaps him out of it. In his head, anyway, it still looks-- something makes a noise behind him and in an instant Bruce is furious like he hasn't been since he was last in Gotham, and he rips his sword out of the Militiaman's shoulder and drags it across in a stroke of such brutality and speed that the blood spray from the agent's throat being cut is almost comical. Or would be, if it wasn't real, and if he didn't slump over dead after.
When he turns he's disoriented, free hand twitching like he's about to grab his head over it, but he masters the unease as reality slams back into his senses and takes stock of the situation. Jason didn't follow Logan, did he?
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--Until that one, and then Logan is over the side, into a ravine. Bruce has a moment of pause that's barely noticeable: not mourning, not panic, just the noting of something extremely inconvenient, considering the potentials, then deciding that the ravine is no place for anyone who can get their limbs broken. He knows Logan will survive, but he can't guess at whether or not the other man will be able to get out. Not that he has any room to worry about it now, as someone is attempting to tackle him.
Bruce knocks back his attacker and immediately draws his blade crosswise from over his shoulder, swinging it across and throwing it - it lands with a sick noise, harpooning the agent through high on his clavicle, where the joins in the armor are, and veritably pinning him against the looming wall of rock and dirt. His hand is on the tang to rip the sword back out when he's suddenly hit with something that leaves him reeling.
He isn't in Flag Hill. He's not even in Baedal. He's in Tibet. He's in the monastery, and everything's on fire, and this man before him is the one that Ducard tried to make him execute and everything feelslookssmells the same. From behind him, a familiar voice slips in: "Well, are you going to come around, this time?"
It snaps him out of it. In his head, anyway, it still looks-- something makes a noise behind him and in an instant Bruce is furious like he hasn't been since he was last in Gotham, and he rips his sword out of the Militiaman's shoulder and drags it across in a stroke of such brutality and speed that the blood spray from the agent's throat being cut is almost comical. Or would be, if it wasn't real, and if he didn't slump over dead after.
When he turns he's disoriented, free hand twitching like he's about to grab his head over it, but he masters the unease as reality slams back into his senses and takes stock of the situation. Jason didn't follow Logan, did he?