[Hermann hears the crack before he feels it, and then there it is, pain shooting up his arm while his hand goes pins-and-needles. He's pretty sure he makes a sound, but it might just be a gasp. He's not much of a yelper, so at least he doesn't embarrass himself.
That is, until he remembers he can fucking teleport. Which he does, immediately. Across the store now, he drops his cane as he stumbles back into the counter, holding his injured wrist. Unfortunately there isn't really anything he can do about it, and he's pretty used to sucking it up, so. Time to try and press on.
Newt is grappling with Jacopo's hand, probably trying to get the ring. Hermann glances around for the boltcutters, stumbling over to where they've been hidden in a pile of t-shirts with waifus on them. He grabs the tool in his right hand and sort of hobbles back over to the fray.]
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That is, until he remembers he can fucking teleport. Which he does, immediately. Across the store now, he drops his cane as he stumbles back into the counter, holding his injured wrist. Unfortunately there isn't really anything he can do about it, and he's pretty used to sucking it up, so. Time to try and press on.
Newt is grappling with Jacopo's hand, probably trying to get the ring. Hermann glances around for the boltcutters, stumbling over to where they've been hidden in a pile of t-shirts with waifus on them. He grabs the tool in his right hand and sort of hobbles back over to the fray.]
Newt, here!