[ Jayce finally turns when he hears Viktor's heavier footsteps clanking from behind, the hitchhiker between them. It's moving with a limp adopted from the body it was attempting to copy, every few strides it falls to its knee and takes the next meter on all fours. He knows it's not Viktor, but in the dark with that familiar silhouette there's a pang of sympathy.
There's also a flamethrower flying toward him.
He's stopped, at least, and facing the right direction. His palms are sweaty and the handle almost slips from his grasp, the nozzle pointed the wrong way. Jayce flips it around, and hesitates. The hitchhiker is back on its feet again. There's a chance it might decide to flee, leaving them back at square one.
It's not Viktor.
Viktor's stolen eye reflects the light, but this time Jayce has closed his own eyes, crying out as he flips the lever on the side with one hand, the nozzle aimed at the approaching hitchhiker. ]
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There's also a flamethrower flying toward him.
He's stopped, at least, and facing the right direction. His palms are sweaty and the handle almost slips from his grasp, the nozzle pointed the wrong way. Jayce flips it around, and hesitates. The hitchhiker is back on its feet again. There's a chance it might decide to flee, leaving them back at square one.
It's not Viktor.
Viktor's stolen eye reflects the light, but this time Jayce has closed his own eyes, crying out as he flips the lever on the side with one hand, the nozzle aimed at the approaching hitchhiker. ]