[ A number of things flash through McCree's mind as Jack pins him, as he reels from the force and speed of the punch. First, his opponent is strong, unnaturally so, far beyond the capacity of the average man. Particularly the average grey-haired, age-wrinkled man. Second, this man is familiar. McCree knows he's seen him before, but where? His immediate observation skills keep working as he chews on the image in the back of his mind, and he doesn't miss the slight crease in Jack's expression. Suggesting that maybe McCree isn't so unfamiliar to this guy, either.
Ah, wait.
There it is.
McCree grits his teeth, makes a breathless 'huff' as he struggles for air in Jack's grip. It's not much use; McCree is a big man, and tends to do well when it's time for brute force, but he never had a genetic enhancing cocktail fed to his veins. He manages to at least get his prosthetic hand on Jack's forearm, and once he's got this foothold he squeezes, his grip crushing. God, he can barely breathe. Sucking in a shallow gasp of air, he offers Jack a slightly deranged grin as he tries to pry the other man off of him. ]
Your wanted posters don't do you justice, partner.
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Ah, wait.
There it is.
McCree grits his teeth, makes a breathless 'huff' as he struggles for air in Jack's grip. It's not much use; McCree is a big man, and tends to do well when it's time for brute force, but he never had a genetic enhancing cocktail fed to his veins. He manages to at least get his prosthetic hand on Jack's forearm, and once he's got this foothold he squeezes, his grip crushing. God, he can barely breathe. Sucking in a shallow gasp of air, he offers Jack a slightly deranged grin as he tries to pry the other man off of him. ]
Your wanted posters don't do you justice, partner.