[Phoebe doesn't even have time to call out a warning before his palm hits. John's head snaps to the side and he breathes in a moment, the sting of it making him ache. And then he reaches out, aiming to grab swiftly for his throat, though he keeps a hand free, wary of anything sharp coming his way.]
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Date: 2021-12-15 08:32 pm (UTC)