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At Patty's words, Tom glanced down at Grace's hand, and his eyes widened. What the fuck was that? Just something to add to the pile of injuries that this absolute disaster of a mission had produced. And they weren't getting very far now - he had forgotten how hard it actually was to carry someone along who couldn't walk themselves. Tom looked back, realising they had barely got any way down the corridor at all, the doors still seemed scarily close, as did the hole in the ceiling that Vinnie had been blasted through. Tom had almost forgotten about Vinnie, just trying to focus on dragging Angie away and escaping. He should have realised the glaringly obvious fact that being dropped once would not take out Vinnie, but he didn't actually realise until he heard -

[color=DarkOrchid]"TOM, HE'S IN THE CEILING!"[/color]

[color=SteelBlue]"Wait, wha-"[/color] He was blasted with some harmless wood splinters, before he felt Angie be quickly dragged back, and then a crushing vice-like grip on his neck, which made him suddenly cough and choke. It took him a couple of seconds before he fully realised that he was being handled by Vinnie. Just when Tom thought he might choke from the grip, he was roughly thrown to the ground, which made his shoulder throb again in almost unbearable pain. He looked up at Patty, Grace and Angie, feeling blood beginning to drip from his nose again, and yelled as loudly as he could [color=SteelBlue]"RUN, DAMMIT, GET OUT OF HERE!"[/color] before he heard the knuckles cracking above him, and the ominous threat from Vinnie. He glanced up to see the fist raised, presumably about to pummel him into the floor. 

Tom reacted fast, flipping gravity sideways and sliding across the floor away from the fist quickly, which had the unintended consequence of knocking Vinnie off his feet. Tom stood up shakily as he watched Vinnie do the same. [color=SteelBlue]"Yeah, but Powers beat you in a fistfight, and your ugly fat fists aren't gonna go anywhere near me!"[/color] Tom looked around frantically, determined to try and hold off Vinnie so the rest of them could escape. He glanced up and down, even as he heard Vinnie's heavy and loud foosteps getting closer. There was a coat stand nearby that had a nice sharp point on the end, probably ornamental. Tom quickly ran and grabbed it, holding it like a spear. When Vinnie got close enough Tom slid past, making Vinnie turn around. Now there was no chance of this going wrong and spearing one of his friends. 

Tom let the coat stand go and sent it flying into Vinnie spearing his stomach. He was aiming for the chest, but Tom wasn't exactly able to aim stuff accurately right now. He knew this wouldn't kill him, but he hoped it would incapacitate him enough so Tom could catch up with the others - if they had run off like he shouted at them to, of course. 

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