He came to with a sharp, long inhale. [i]Holy -blam!-[/i]. The strike didn't give him any time to prepare. His ears were ringing, pain jolted across his temple. He felt the rain on his face, [i]Son of a bitch must have craked my helmet[/i]. He was trying to get his bearings, but his head was fussing, he couldn't think straight. Just then he heard a familiar voice "Wade!". Immediately his brain sharpened as he staggered to get up. He saw her, wrestling with the Captain. She was terribly out matched, the Captain was strong and was now laying on top of her. His head was still hurting and he had problems just trying to stay upright. He took off his now cracked helmet and whistled at the Captain. It turned, and as it did, Wade threw his helmet, hitting it directly in the face. As it staggered, he saw his chance and tackled it. They rolled on the ground, but the Captain, still the stronger one, flipped it self on the top. Wade could have sworn it's ugly face smiled. [i]Out of the frying pan, into the fire, I must be getting rusty[/i]