Wash hisses under his breath as York goes down, then gets up again. "Focus, York."

Wash moves closer into where the remaining thugs are crowded, trying to stop this batch before they get any closer to York. He's easier to hit from this position, but he can also finish off this group quicker and far more efficiently. This has gone on for too long.

He opens fire on the thugs again, and as expected, several more go down, faster this time. But it's getting harder to avoid the enemy fire; two bullets graze Wash's left shoulder and one nearly missed his head. That's gonna hurt later, when all the adrenaline's worn off.