Wait for it.
Jarrod knew that the more men there were working in concert, the sooner one of them will make a tactical mistake. This was what he had counted on, and capitalized on, taking out the first four on either side of the well so quickly only because they’d never done it before.
He knew these men hadn’t drilled at what they were doing right now. They’d been jockeying for position and playing grab-ass trying to hold him down, and if there hadn’t been so many of them he’d have been free, already.
And it’s not like they practiced holding somebody down while Fat Boy does impromptu surgery, that’s for damned sure.
Somebody’s gonna flinch, and I’m gonna have his ass.
He waited. The saxe hovered as Gar examined the gun.
Oh, he likes the shiny thing.
The guy on his right leg let up.
