John kicked at Tuck, grabbing his phone now that Malcolm had Will pinned to the floor. "Fuck off! Learn to do better, Michael! You brought her into it, remember? Until you can prove yourselves, you get jack shit!"
Will's breath was coming in agonised pants as his nerves screamed at the pressure. Sharp pain radiated out from his shoulder joint and down his arm and across his back, and the Sheriff's knee kept him in place. John smoothed himself down and stood over him, his eyes wild.
"If you want to see your precious daughter ever again, you'll learn to do better, Scarlet! If you want to see the idiot Friar eat another meal, you'll learn to do better! Say it! SAY IT!"
Will let out a moan of pain. "I'll learn to do better! I'll learn to do better!" he cried. He felt like his arm was about to be ripped off completely.
"That's better!" John nodded to Malcolm and stepped back so he was just outside the doorframe- just in case.