IF YOUR CHARACTER GETS PWND (TEMPORARILY), BRING THEM HERE FOR RUBY BBQ TIMES
Roger knew that Jack was behind him and while he would have been annoyed about some punk keeping an eye on him, the bohemian was too busy focusing on not getting them killed. Just because he was rash didn't mean he wasn't aware of what was going on. Especially when they came upon the first group of Hunters. Huh. Weapons, well that just got interesting. Yes, he knew that was a possibility, it had been mentioned in the tactics meeting, but Roger had hoped there would be some without weapons as well. But no matter. He'd just have to find a way to fight and not get himself shot in the process. Really, it was the best situation. One, getting shot could be bad. Two, blood. Really, he wanted to avoid losing blood if at all possible. No need to risk those here to save Ruby with a death sentence.
Somehow, Roger wasn't sure, he wasn't doing too badly in regards to fighting. Oh, he was definitely getting roughed up but given what the odds stacked against him were, even with Jack there, Roger had to admit it wasn't all that bad. At least for the most part. Rounding a corner, Roger's eyes narrowed when he realized they had found themselves in the same room as Booth and Sam, with Ruby tied up. Oh fuck that shit. It was Sam's right to get his wife back, but Roger would definitely help in that, prove a distraction, what the fuck ever. But it was obvious they needed to get her back.
Of course, that didn't exactly happen given they were fucking surrounded by a group of hunters. Oh, Roger wasn't going down without a fight, that much was certain. But going up against Hunters with weapons while you were an HIV positive bohemian wasn't exactly the smartest plan in the book. Still, he did get some good punches in before getting himself detained and unable to move anymore. Well fuck.