Iosif gave an awkward nod. People who don’t drink water out of their hands are weird.
Gideon didn’t have nearly enough muscle to seriously match the raw power these bulky brutes possessed while on venom, and while he knew they couldn’t force his joints backwards, he wasn’t exactly considering letting them hogtie him and dump him in a river.
Weighing his options, he waited until the thug marched practically marched overtop of him before snapping forward, hoping to barely move faster than the massive, swinging arms which threatened to flatten him with a straight right to the jaw.
By the time Geosh arrived, it was evident he was just a minute too late. The Luthor van had obviously changed schedule, and nearly hit him as it emerged from a side road and took off down the street. Or maybe the brilliant pile of garbage had somehow tipped them off.
But the truth seemed to be a bit more mysterious. As it raced past him, Geosh could clearly see someone shut the back door. They were in a hurry, and if he was paying attention they were in such a hurry something had flung out the back as they passed. It now lay in the street, practically begging him to come pick it up.