And here was another sense of deja vu. Just like that time in the cafeteria, the immediate reaction from the people around him was a lot less underwhelming than what he'd been picturing in his head. For a few long beats, more people were looking at him or each other with uncertain expressions rather than with a renewed spark of rebellion. In fact some were even outrightdiscouraging, which just deepened his frown further. Not being fighters, he could understand, but this? It was like... like they didn't even see a point in trying! Like they really had just decided to give up completely!
Then... it happened. someone up front yelled out in agreement. And someone else was trying to start up a rebellious chant, trying to help motivate the others into action. Maybe these people really did need extra pushing. They hadn't been pushed to the brink of desperation yet, so getting them to suddenly act might not be that easy. But apparently, some people weren't content in sitting by and doing nothing. Even if it was just a few, the fact that people were waking up was a good sign.
"I'm not sittin' down!" Snow yelled, though whether it was to the nurse or in response to Ippo was up in the air. "We've been sittin' here and takin' this long enough!" He turned to face the nurse who had climbed up the steps to meet him, fierce determination on his face. Even if the voices behind him were very very few, it helped embolden him further. "You want us to go back? Well, we're not! We're goin' home!"
That was all the warning the poor woman was getting before Snow threw a hard fist toward her stomach. Or as hard as he could with the limited mobility in the aisle. He'd really much rather not have to hit a woman, especially one who didn't look like much of a fighter to begin with, but an obstacle was an obstacle no matter what it was. The only difference was he was a bit more charitable with how he hit. He wasn't aiming to break ribs or smash in faces; he only wanted her out of the way. If he could make her drop to the floor... or better yet, if he could throw her out of the vehicle entirely, that would be good enough.
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Then... it happened. someone up front yelled out in agreement. And someone else was trying to start up a rebellious chant, trying to help motivate the others into action. Maybe these people really did need extra pushing. They hadn't been pushed to the brink of desperation yet, so getting them to suddenly act might not be that easy. But apparently, some people weren't content in sitting by and doing nothing. Even if it was just a few, the fact that people were waking up was a good sign.
"I'm not sittin' down!" Snow yelled, though whether it was to the nurse or in response to Ippo was up in the air. "We've been sittin' here and takin' this long enough!" He turned to face the nurse who had climbed up the steps to meet him, fierce determination on his face. Even if the voices behind him were
very veryfew, it helped embolden him further. "You want us to go back? Well, we're not! We're goin' home!"That was all the warning the poor woman was getting before Snow threw a hard fist toward her stomach. Or as hard as he could with the limited mobility in the aisle. He'd really much rather not have to hit a woman, especially one who didn't look like much of a fighter to begin with, but an obstacle was an obstacle no matter what it was. The only difference was he was a bit more charitable with how he hit. He wasn't aiming to break ribs or smash in faces; he only wanted her out of the way. If he could make her drop to the floor... or better yet, if he could throw her out of the vehicle entirely, that would be good enough.