[he grabs at ray's wooden hand, yanking him forward as he scrabbles out the water, putting his other hand on ray's upper arm and leaving big smears of blood either way. archer's really giving it his all as he pulls himself up, almost to the point of having enough adrenaline induced strength to pull poor ray back into the water. it's clear from his expression - somehow both distant and detached but stuck in the moment and panicking at the same time - that he's not really thinking clearly. maybe it's the cold, maybe he's mentally back in sealab or veronica deane's pool.
it's with some effort he manages to get up onto the ice where he shoves ray back as he crawls forward, shaking the excess water off his dressing gown like a dog. hyperventilating, he takes a few moments to noisily vomit up a load of water, then looks at ray, eyes wild and unfocused.
it's archer, though, so he has to ruin this brave rescue somehow. he staggers to his feet, his bad leg not taking any weight and bent in awkwardly... then swings a punch right at ray's face.]
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it's with some effort he manages to get up onto the ice where he shoves ray back as he crawls forward, shaking the excess water off his dressing gown like a dog. hyperventilating, he takes a few moments to noisily vomit up a load of water, then looks at ray, eyes wild and unfocused.
it's archer, though, so he has to ruin this brave rescue somehow. he staggers to his feet, his bad leg not taking any weight and bent in awkwardly... then swings a punch right at ray's face.]