There was a glorious moment of relief when the sound of the electricity snapping down the wires stopped and he felt his body slump against the ground, boneless but no longer out of his control. The men around him rushed in, boots thudding firmly on the ground as he tried to catch his breath, and then he felt hands on him, grappling his arms and taking advantage of his momentary stupor to try and wrangle him into submission. It was enough to make his fight or flight take over, and if they hadn't started noticing the similarities already, the ease with which he managed to throw the two who had a hold of him away must have started the gears turning.
They shouted, Signey shouted, telling them to let him go with the protective anger of someone who surely couldn't have known the kind of danger she was putting herself into, and he heard the snapping crackle through the air again just before his muscles locked up for another jolt of pain. But the moments of clarity between it were enough to tell him what the source of the pain was, and he fought against the spasms locking his limbs into place with a strangled snarl. It was just electricity. He'd endured electricity, in so much higher voltages than this!
Let them go! Let them go, let them go! He fought to pull his limbs underneath him, only for the electricity holding him down to stop just in time for a boot to slam into his gut from below, hard enough to lift him off the ground and roll him onto his back, and that was enough to make him see stars, allowing the soldiers to rush in and pin him before he could throw them off again.
"Fuck, that one's a fighter! I've never seen someone fight off that much power, he shouldn't even be conscious right now!"
"You let him go, he's just a waiter, why are you attackin' my staff? He didn't hurt nobody! Val, are you alright? He didn't do nothin' wrong, he's a good man!"
"Lady, you got three seconds to back down, or we're taking you in with him!"
His head swam as the shouting continued, the ratcheting sound of cuffs cranking down around his wrists telling him before the pressure of the metal digging into the skin of his right arm did that they had finally managed to lock his arms down. He was trying to clear his head enough to try and reassure Signey so that she didn't get herself taken down with him when the sound of shouting came from outside, distant enough that he almost didn't hear it.
He hadn't been able to see the way the soldiers swarmed around the cafe outside, racing after the other Vash only to end up losing him almost before the chase had even begun. He also wasn't in a good place to see that spikey, striped head as it peeked up over the roof above them before darting back down. But he could hear the sound of gunshots as they fired, the thundering of more boots as they raced to try and cut off any avenues he had for escape from the top of the building, and it was enough to tell him that he was still there!
No! No no no no! Get away! "LET 'IM GO! LET 'IM GO, I WON'T FIGHT! I'M THE ONE YOU WANT!" He wasn't the one who fought here, he could have another chance! He wasn't burned out, he could keep going!
Around him, their voices barely breaking through the panic that had begun to set in, the fact that there were two men who looked and sounded eerily similar that were trying to both turn themselves in was enough of a novelty that there were murmurs of confusion that rippled through the troops.
"Uh...sir? The fuck do we do?"
"We can't take any chances. They're twins, right? We gotta take 'em both in. Get the other one before he gets away!"
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They shouted, Signey shouted, telling them to let him go with the protective anger of someone who surely couldn't have known the kind of danger she was putting herself into, and he heard the snapping crackle through the air again just before his muscles locked up for another jolt of pain. But the moments of clarity between it were enough to tell him what the source of the pain was, and he fought against the spasms locking his limbs into place with a strangled snarl. It was just electricity. He'd endured electricity, in so much higher voltages than this!
Let them go! Let them go, let them go! He fought to pull his limbs underneath him, only for the electricity holding him down to stop just in time for a boot to slam into his gut from below, hard enough to lift him off the ground and roll him onto his back, and that was enough to make him see stars, allowing the soldiers to rush in and pin him before he could throw them off again.
"Fuck, that one's a fighter! I've never seen someone fight off that much power, he shouldn't even be conscious right now!"
"You let him go, he's just a waiter, why are you attackin' my staff? He didn't hurt nobody! Val, are you alright? He didn't do nothin' wrong, he's a good man!"
"Lady, you got three seconds to back down, or we're taking you in with him!"
His head swam as the shouting continued, the ratcheting sound of cuffs cranking down around his wrists telling him before the pressure of the metal digging into the skin of his right arm did that they had finally managed to lock his arms down. He was trying to clear his head enough to try and reassure Signey so that she didn't get herself taken down with him when the sound of shouting came from outside, distant enough that he almost didn't hear it.
He hadn't been able to see the way the soldiers swarmed around the cafe outside, racing after the other Vash only to end up losing him almost before the chase had even begun. He also wasn't in a good place to see that spikey, striped head as it peeked up over the roof above them before darting back down. But he could hear the sound of gunshots as they fired, the thundering of more boots as they raced to try and cut off any avenues he had for escape from the top of the building, and it was enough to tell him that he was still there!
No! No no no no! Get away! "LET 'IM GO! LET 'IM GO, I WON'T FIGHT! I'M THE ONE YOU WANT!" He wasn't the one who fought here, he could have another chance! He wasn't burned out, he could keep going!
Around him, their voices barely breaking through the panic that had begun to set in, the fact that there were two men who looked and sounded eerily similar that were trying to both turn themselves in was enough of a novelty that there were murmurs of confusion that rippled through the troops.
"Uh...sir? The fuck do we do?"
"We can't take any chances. They're twins, right? We gotta take 'em both in. Get the other one before he gets away!"