He's about to stop Ramon when Plourr makes her move. Fortunately, Clark's faster than she is, though he's not going to move too fast to arouse suspicion, and blocks her fist with an open hand. Plourr can be thankful he compensates enough that while it might feel like she's connected with something very, very solid, no bones are broken.
As for Ramon, Clark stashes the bullet in his jeans pocket and then catches the other man's upper arm in a grip that he doesn't have a chance in hell of getting out of.
"I said this was over," he tells both of them in a decidedly no-nonsense tone. "And you're both going to the cells, whether I have to drag you there or not. Your choice."
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He's about to stop Ramon when Plourr makes her move. Fortunately, Clark's faster than she is, though he's not going to move too fast to arouse suspicion, and blocks her fist with an open hand. Plourr can be thankful he compensates enough that while it might feel like she's connected with something very, very solid, no bones are broken.
As for Ramon, Clark stashes the bullet in his jeans pocket and then catches the other man's upper arm in a grip that he doesn't have a chance in hell of getting out of.
"I said this was over," he tells both of them in a decidedly no-nonsense tone. "And you're both going to the cells, whether I have to drag you there or not. Your choice."