Jim wasn't knocked out completely, but he did get some weight landing on him, enough to leave some scrapes and cuts on his face, and nearly making him lose his senses. He ended up stumbling around for a short while, and only now has he managed to regain his balance and full awareness of what's happening.
Somewhere at the back of his mind, he really wishes he'd been knocked out cold. But then he also feels the need to help somehow, and that's what has him running to where Max is, though he's too far away to even do anything. "Look out!"
Doesn't seem to make much of a difference, anyway. He's just relieved she manages to get out of the robot's path. Wincing, he cups the side of his head, then shakes off any lingering dizziness.
"About time we do something," he says more to himself than anything, then looks around, trying to find Lexa in the middle of the mess. He just shouts instead and hopes anyone at all will answer. "That tree— where is it? I think I can give it a good run." Someone to tag along is always welcome, though. Just for the record.
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Somewhere at the back of his mind, he really wishes he'd been knocked out cold. But then he also feels the need to help somehow, and that's what has him running to where Max is, though he's too far away to even do anything. "Look out!"
Doesn't seem to make much of a difference, anyway. He's just relieved she manages to get out of the robot's path. Wincing, he cups the side of his head, then shakes off any lingering dizziness.
"About time we do something," he says more to himself than anything, then looks around, trying to find Lexa in the middle of the mess. He just shouts instead and hopes anyone at all will answer. "That tree— where is it? I think I can give it a good run." Someone to tag along is always welcome, though. Just for the record.