[Eggsy hears Deacon before he sees him and for a moment, he's not entirely sure that he actually did hear someone from beneath all those swarming bodies. He's got a gun in his right hand, his left arm lifted and balled into a fist. The metal that they'd used to create the prosthetic was strong enough to do a lot of damage without breaking, and since he didn't feel anything from it anymore, it was actually something that helped him out a lot in a fight.
He wants to shoot the creatures, keep his distance but he's absolutely sure he hears someone now and he can't risk the bullets hitting them, so he swings. His fist comes down, again and again, and he starts pulling at the creatures, trying to give the person under all that nasty some room to get free.]
Push 'em off ya.
[He's drawing attention to himself now, and while he doesn't like that, it should help Deacon.]
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He wants to shoot the creatures, keep his distance but he's absolutely sure he hears someone now and he can't risk the bullets hitting them, so he swings. His fist comes down, again and again, and he starts pulling at the creatures, trying to give the person under all that nasty some room to get free.]
Push 'em off ya.
[He's drawing attention to himself now, and while he doesn't like that, it should help Deacon.]