It’s a confrontation with one of the star creatures when Eddie hears a thick Welsh accent that may be familiar, if a bit deeper than his memory of the dream.
And if he obeys, one Ianto Jones will be firing his pistol into one of the creatures that’s come up behind him while fighting another. He fires, steady and perfectly aimed until he’s in reach of the thing—at which time he drops his gun arm, rears back with the other holding a lead pipe, and swings with a furious roar and an absolute lack of fear.
It confuses the creature more than frightens it, but it’s enough to let Ianto holster his pistol and check on Eddie.
Clobbering Time
It’s a confrontation with one of the star creatures when Eddie hears a thick Welsh accent that may be familiar, if a bit deeper than his memory of the dream.
And if he obeys, one Ianto Jones will be firing his pistol into one of the creatures that’s come up behind him while fighting another. He fires, steady and perfectly aimed until he’s in reach of the thing—at which time he drops his gun arm, rears back with the other holding a lead pipe, and swings with a furious roar and an absolute lack of fear.
It confuses the creature more than frightens it, but it’s enough to let Ianto holster his pistol and check on Eddie.
“All right, Ed?”