Sam looked at Sherlock blankly for a few seconds, and though their eyes met for barely a few seconds between the swinging chains and meat, it was enough time to read an expression of pure disinterest from him. Disinterest in the gun. Disinterest in the idea that he could be shot. He had seen that Sherlock had it, but he didn't react. He wasn't any stronger than he looked. Not at all. But a lot of adrenaline and determination could be a very powerful think. "We haven't sold pork here for awhile," Sam mumbled out. "Virus wiped out most of the farm's pig stock. Except for Penny, of course, she was an inside pig."
Clap.
The machete sunk it's teeth into a side of lamb. John took a step back.
"It's funny, you know... humans and pigs are alot alike," Sam said. "They can be intelligent, funny, and they'll eat just about anything you put in front of them. I've been eating pork all my life. How was I supposed to know I was eating my best friend?"
Clap.
The machete sunk it's teeth into a side of beef. John took a step back.
"Just, calm down," John said firmly, putting his palms in the air. "Just put the knife away, we don't have to--" Sam lunged at him. "OK, point made."
John clamped his fingers around Sam's machete wielding arm, and he exerted enough strength to twist Sam's arm back. He anchored Sam's other arm in place and shoved him against the wall. Sam just grimaced. The way his body shook it was obvious he was struggling against the stronghold. John's made a mistake by trying to work his grip up Sam's wrist and free the machete. John easily overpowered him, but Sam was persistent, and in the second that John fumbled with Sam's wrist, Sam broke away for long enough to swing the Machete down.
Clap.
The machete sunk it's teeth into John's shoulder.
John howled in pain, the wound immediately burning. The blade had stuck so deep into John's shoulder that Sam faltered when trying to pull it out. John kicked him, it was almost reflexive. The blow to Sam's stomach caused him to crumple against the wall, his grip slipping on the handle of the machete. John backed away immediately, the pain on his shoulder almost pulling him to his knees. The machete flagged up from John's shoulder, steely and splattered with blood (how much of it was John's own was questionable). It was lodged in place.
"Shit," John breathed. "Oh shit. OK, just don't look at it."
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Clap.
The machete sunk it's teeth into a side of lamb. John took a step back.
"It's funny, you know... humans and pigs are alot alike," Sam said. "They can be intelligent, funny, and they'll eat just about anything you put in front of them. I've been eating pork all my life. How was I supposed to know I was eating my best friend?"
Clap.
The machete sunk it's teeth into a side of beef. John took a step back.
"Just, calm down," John said firmly, putting his palms in the air. "Just put the knife away, we don't have to--" Sam lunged at him. "OK, point made."
John clamped his fingers around Sam's machete wielding arm, and he exerted enough strength to twist Sam's arm back. He anchored Sam's other arm in place and shoved him against the wall. Sam just grimaced. The way his body shook it was obvious he was struggling against the stronghold. John's made a mistake by trying to work his grip up Sam's wrist and free the machete. John easily overpowered him, but Sam was persistent, and in the second that John fumbled with Sam's wrist, Sam broke away for long enough to swing the Machete down.
Clap.
The machete sunk it's teeth into John's shoulder.
John howled in pain, the wound immediately burning. The blade had stuck so deep into John's shoulder that Sam faltered when trying to pull it out. John kicked him, it was almost reflexive. The blow to Sam's stomach caused him to crumple against the wall, his grip slipping on the handle of the machete. John backed away immediately, the pain on his shoulder almost pulling him to his knees. The machete flagged up from John's shoulder, steely and splattered with blood (how much of it was John's own was questionable). It was lodged in place.
"Shit," John breathed. "Oh shit. OK, just don't look at it."