Tuck was already in motion by the time the man he loved cried out his name-
But god did that make him feel like his heart was leaving his body-
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!" Tuck screamed, scooping up one of the darts and throwing it at the sheriff. It lodged itself nicely in Malcolm's arse, and he let out a howl of pain.
In retribution, Malcolm slammed his hand down on Will's bad leg ruthlessly. The dart did, however, make him let Will go after that. He stood above Will, shaking with rage.
"Get out!" Tuck yelled, aiming another dart at the sheriff's head. Malcolm backed up then, though he hovered in Will's cell still.
"If you throw that at me, Friar, I am coming back with a nail gun, and shooting this fucker right between the eyes," he said, pointing at Will.