Tuck knew he should have kept up the clapping and cheering and jeering, but instead he was leaning forward with his hands gripping the railing in front of him. His knuckles had long gone white. He was watching the man he loved be beaten in front of him and he could do nothing about it. The last time that had happened-
His guts twisted with nausea, and Tuck had to work on not vomiting as the huge man slammed Will in the shoulder, and Will cried out in pain. No, no, no, no- All thoughts of the mission escaped him. How could it matter when his partner was in anguish and he couldn’t do a single thing to help? He thought about praying to Michael to get the angel in here right now. Just storm the place and take them all out. But the crowd was a problem and they would be outnumbered, and they couldn’t-
But how could he just sit there and keep watching this. Tuck covered his mouth with his hands, trying to keep the horror from showing on his face even more. And then - from the ground - Will’s leg shot out and the big man went down with a howl of pain and rage. Holy shit, he’d done it. Will didn’t look like he could get up easily, but the big man wouldn’t be able to get up at all because his leg was clearly broken and he was screaming now, and the crowd was screaming and the blood was rushing in Tuck’s ears, but his eyes were glued to Will’s crumpled form on the ground as they declared him the winner of the fight.