It was still infuriating to be carried that way, and the nerve pains shot through his legs while they started to come back to life, making him grit his teeth against a snarl of pain. "Leaving a perfectly good weapon behind, fucking idiots," he muttered, watching his axe recede away over Rodeo's shoulder. Adelaide got the gate and watched his hands, but they were crossed irritably anyway.
John scowled as he was dropped to the floor, looking offended by it while Rodeo searched him and found a switchblade in his pocket, but other than that it seemed that he'd set out with every intention of the axe being enough. John used his arms to push into sitting, legs still conspicuously motionless. "If no one was, I'd still tell you they were," he pointed out in a short growl, irritable and uncooperative.