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Bryce started attacking Sarah and Chuck could hear Morgan's voice in his head.
"He's going to go after Sarah, because he wants to humiliate you. The good thing is with your hurt arm being on the inside of the two of you, you can strike his dominate right arm. The bad news is, it's your left arm you're striking with."
Chuck watched, the way he was taught, and kept striking Bryce in the Brachialis which was located right below the Deltoid and next to the Bicep. When he could, he hit Bryce with a fingertip to the armpit. It wasn't much, but it was enough to throw Bryce off of his game, and it began to deaden the muscle in Bryce's arm.
"Remember, Bryce hasn't had to fight like you two have for the past year. You have him in endurance, however, chances are Chuck will be bleeding."
When Sarah had come over to Chuck she had a prepared patch to put on Chuck's shoulder. It was put on quickly and painfully as Bryce had gathered himself. It wasn't the greatest, but it was the best they could do in the situation they were in.
"Here's what could happen, and probably will. At some point he's going to remember there's a gun nearby. Sarah, that's gonna be on you to take care of."
Bryce had a look on his face that clearly read, "fuck it." He turned and ran toward the gun. Sarah took a step in that direction, and Bryce lunged for the gun. Sarah dropped, and in one smooth motion a knife appeared out of her boot and she launched it.
Chuck looked at Morgan for a minute. "Why doesn't Sarah just use the knife against Bryce?"
Morgan shook his head. "He'd dodge it with the Intersect, also, Indian Jones?" Chuck nodded but Sarah looked confused. "Never bring a knife to a gun fight, or always bring a gun to a knife fight. I forget which but keep it for getting rid of the gun."
"And if I have to use it to get the gun out of Bryce's hand when I burst in the room?" Sarah asked.
"Bring two," Morgan said, giving her a look like the village had lost it's idiot. She glared at him. "I'm sorry," he quickly murmured.
Bryce watched as the gun went flying away from him, Chuck and Sarah both advancing on him quickly. Bryce stood, frustration on his face.
"I see you're prepared for me, but you're not prepared for this." He launched at Chuck and hit him near the gun shot wound.
"Okay, you're really not gonna like this," Morgan told them.
"I mean I'm already shot in your scenario, what can be worse?" Chuck asked. Morgan swallowed. "He's gonna hit me in the gunshot, isn't he?" Morgan nodded. Chuck blew out a frustrated breath.
"But, and this is the important part, this is where Sarah can get her real first blow in on him," Morgan pointed out. "He's going to focus so hard on hitting you and you're going to sell it….you know like in wrestling, you really sell the pain of the move-"
"I'M SHOT!" Chuck reminded Morgan. "I don't think there will be much selling!"
"But you need to fall back, more than normal, so Sarah can get a clean shot at hitting him in the left side of his temple," Morgan pointed out.
Chuck yelled out as he was hit and fell backwards more than Bryce was expecting, opening him up. Sarah's right hand hit Bryce cleanly on the temple, and he saw stars. He was staggering as Chuck and Sarah took their spots again, Chuck looking a little worse for wear.
"Now, here's the big finale, the spot that you may frustrate him and can finish him off," Morgan began. "He's going to charge you, forcing you to separate and get behind you. That way, Chuck can't do much damage and he can pick you two apart. The thing is, when he charges, you're gonna let him split you up and get behind you."
"Are you nuts?" Chuck asked.
Frustration covered Bryce's face as he grabbed a chair, broke it, and lifted the leg up over his head, heading toward them. The two split up, but as they spun, Chuck strode backwards and to his left, while Sarah strode forwards and to her right. As Bryce spun around, Sarah stepped backwards, Chuck forwards, and the two were back in the same position they were before the charge. The frustration on Bryce's face, made both of them think they finally had him. Morgan's plan had worked to perfection.
Bryce launched at Sarah with the chair leg, swinging wildly. Chuck stepped to the side, out of the way, and kicked Bryce in his ribs as his arms were outstretched, swinging at Sarah. Sarah had stepped away, and as Bryce dropped the chair leg, launched herself, and hit him square in the face with a superman punch, dropping him to his knees.
Chuck launched another kick, catching him the side of his head, and as Bryce's head careened away from Chuck, it was crashed into by Sarah's rising knee.
The two stepped back. Bryce was swaying, blood pouring from his nose, where it was clearly broken. "You're gonna have to kill me, and you can't do it," he said, laughing. "I'm gonna keep coming after you, and I'm going to kill Molly and Ellie when I get out, you hear me, Chuck? I'm gonna kill-"
He stopped talking as the front of his head exploded. He fell forward, dead. There stood Casey, behind him, his gun smoking. Sarah and Chuck looked at Casey. "What? He said he was gonna kill Molly. No way I'm letting that happen. You look like hell Bartowski."
"Now, here's the hard part Sarah, when it's over, Chuck is probably gonna pass out from all of it," Morgan warned her. Chuck shook his head.
"I'm just gonna sit right here," Chuck said, slumping to the floor.
"Christ," Casey muttered, heading over to Chuck and gently lifting him over his shoulder. "Let's get the hell out of here Walker."