Knife throwing.
It was the usual thing: Beam down to a planet, try negations, fuck them up, end up running for your life being chased by some strange alien, that was nearly always, faster or stronger, after every fucking 'security' officer had been killed; leaving them on their own.
So it really wasn't surprising that McCoy was currently curing the existence that was James. while thanking the gods that Jim forced him to go to the gym with him. He was doing all of this while running in front of Jim, while desperately trying to contact the ship for a beam out. So far to no avail. he shoved his communicator back onto his belt and drew out his phaser. He hated using it, but needs must.
So, while doing this, he hadn't noticed that Jim was no longer following him, however the tall, lanky aliens were. They were howling and screeching in what, in McCoy's opinion, their horrible language, probably about how they were going to kill they ever made it back to the Enterprise, he was going to heal Jim of whatever injuries he was bound to sustain, then murder him. Definitely with a hypospray. Hopefully more than one.
He was still debating this as he came to a clearing, it was quite large and ringed by purple shrubs that were over-towered by pink trees. Their boughs were annoying smooth and tall, meaning that route of escape/hiding was out.
"Jim, what the fuck do you think we should do now?" McCoy wold deny it until the end of time, but he was scared, and that was seeping through into his voice. He waited for the a response, then noticed the lack of panting behind him.
"Jim?" He questioned, but the captain was nowhere to be seen.
"Damn it, Jim, where the fuck are you?" He continued, looking around desperately as he spotted the aliens approaching, deciding his best friend was probably okay, and valuing his life, he dashed on through the clearing.
When he reached the other side, he realised that there was no further to go. The edge of the clearing had been hidden by the shrubs and trees, sharply descended into a cliff and down into a canyon. He was stuck.
He turned slowly, drawing his phaser, a trick Jim had showed him. They crowded around him, pointing their long knives at him. He was royally screwed. If he died so hoped Jim would be there in the afterlife, just to kill him again.
The aliens had said nothing to him and appeared to be observing what he would do. He had no chance against them with one phaser and was hoping that they may not see him as a threat and leave him the fuck alone, to go back to ship and drink. A lot.
The aliens had picked up something else as they were turning toward the entrance of the clearing. McCoy couldn't spot anything, but hoped it would distract them long enough for him the run away.
It was in this moment, that he spotted him. Jim was standing at the edge of the clearing, his shirt was gone, showing off an impressive set of abs and another impressive sets of cuts. He had also lost his phaser and communicator. McCoy was wondering what exactly had happened in between the senate and this clearing. It was at this point he also noticed a set of knives, that looked a lot like the ones that the aliens carried, only shorter.
What the hell was he going to do? He was too far away to throw them, and Jim didn't look like he was coming any closer. Probably a good idea, these aliens were fucking scary up close. He stood still as The aliens and Jim had a stand off.
Then it happened. Jim shifted just slightly, and the alines took that as a threat and started upon him. McCoy didn't have time to warn him as Jim picked up two knives; and threw them, a good thirty meters, right into each ones chest. His aim was perfect and the two fell like trees axed in a forest. The rest continued and McCoy was shocked as Jim picked up another three knives, and they ended up in exactly the same place as the first two.