[John's running toward the young man the moment he sees him go flying. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the monster stagger a few feet before collapsing. It fades to white and crumbles into some kind of dust, blowing away in the sudden wind. John is going to ignore that decay doesn't actually work that way in favor of dropping beside his unexpected ally.
A doctor's instincts kick in as he notes the damage from the rough landing. He doesn't touch Fiver, but he's tensed, ready to check for fractures and bind any cuts that go too deep.]
Hey, it's all right. You got it good, yeah? Nice aim.
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A doctor's instincts kick in as he notes the damage from the rough landing. He doesn't touch Fiver, but he's tensed, ready to check for fractures and bind any cuts that go too deep.]
Hey, it's all right. You got it good, yeah? Nice aim.
Can you move?