[Dist's eyes first snap to Nephry - what are you doing - then back to the boy on him. A second is all he needs. Just one second's lapse in concentration. With Mithos' sword arm still gripped tightly and securely away from any and all vital body parts, Dist endures the surge of pain from moving his injured arm, ignores the blood spilling from it as he brings it up, quickly, and strikes the boy hard across the face with his fist. And if that's not enough, Dist also throws all his weight forward, in an attempt to throw the boy off as well.
If that succeeds, Dist will scramble to his feet and go to Nephry. However, he's not aiming to check on her just yet. Not when there's still a threat involved. Oh, no. He wants his gun back. He wants his gun back and he wants to blow whatever's inside this boy's head out through the back of his skull.]
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If that succeeds, Dist will scramble to his feet and go to Nephry. However, he's not aiming to check on her just yet. Not when there's still a threat involved. Oh, no. He wants his gun back. He wants his gun back and he wants to blow whatever's inside this boy's head out through the back of his skull.]