(Lookouts)/game — English @ Weblate: Your jaws opened wide as you pulled with all the …

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Your jaws opened wide as you pulled with all the strength you could muster to bring the arm in reach, clamping down and biting hard.

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	Key	English	Actions
	# NoHurt 130	Even with your faces so close, eyes to piercing eyes, you glimpsed something past his shoulder.
	# NoHurt 131	Two figures huddled at the edge of a house, watching. When your eyes came back to Curly, he had noticed, his own eyes flitting to the corners.
	# NoHurt 132	His ears flicked and tilted back, listening intently for a moment before he stood up sharply, swinging round to level his gun at the strangers.
	# NoHurt 133	Two bangs, one after the other, his shots skimming the house into the alley - you heard birds squawk and curse, scrambling to hide.
	# NoHurt 134	As Curly was focused on the birds hiding from him, nearby, you heard the scuffle of someone sprinting from a standstill.
	# NoHurt 135	You pushed yourself up and turned around to see Joseph burst from behind a house, running at Curly with his knife raised.
	# NoHurt 136	Seeing him again your whole body lit up in excitement, in relief, a wave washing over you.
	# NoHurt 137	His face was stony, determined, whole body tilted forward as he ran past you and grabbed at Curly, plunging the knife in his back.
	# NoHurt 138	Curly cried out to the sky, letting way to a guttural growl from his belly that rumbled through the air like thunder.
	# NoHurt 139	Joseph jumped back, wide-eyed, seeming shocked that he'd been able to do it.
	# NoHurt 140	Curly desperately clawed at his back for a few futile seconds before giving up on reaching the knife.
	# NoHurt 141	He swivelled, eyes full of rage, teeth bared, his gun arm snapping out to point straight at Joseph.
	# NoHurt 142	Panic filled your chest, eyes flicking between Curly's straining arm and Joseph's own panicked face.
	# NoHurt 143	You had only one thought in your mind, and acted on it, scrambling off the floor. Your only thought of Joseph, and keeping him safe.
	# NoHurt 144	You pushed off the dirt hard, up onto one knee and reached up to grab Curly's arm tight, pulling yourself up on it.
	# NoHurt 145	Your jaws opened wide as you pulled with all the strength you could muster to bring the arm in reach, clamping down and biting hard.
	# NoHurt 146	Curly cursed and shouted, you felt the muscle of his arm flex and tense around your piercing teeth, the tang of blood reaching your tongue.
	# NoHurt 147	You heard Curly's gun clank as it hit the ground, dropping from his hand, and quickly relented from biting his arm to drop to your knees.
	# NoHurt 148	Joseph wasted no time in following up, lunging forward and swinging his fist into the side of Curly's face, grunts coming from them both.
	# NoHurt 149	You got up on one knee, facing Curly, looking for an opening. You held nothing back as you threw your fist at his stomach.
	# NoHurt 150	Your attempted punch seemed fruitless, it felt like your fist had smacked into the dense hide of a bull and your knuckles ached.
	# NoHurt 151	Curly took no notice and had no patience for you, his eyes blazing with fury, and he grabbed your wrist and threw you to the ground hard.
	# NoHurt 152	You held your shorter arm out and squeezed your eyes shut to try and soften the fall, but your face scraped the dirt all the same.
	# NoHurt 153, Speaker "Joseph"	"Get your fuckin' hands offa him!"
	# NoHurt 154	Joseph and Curly grunted and growled behind you, you heard the shuffle of shoes in the dirt, the dull thud of a punch hitting.
	# NoHurt 155	You picked your head up off the ground, shaking the dust and rocks off of your sore face, craning your neck to look around you.
	# NoHurt 156	Looking for anything to fight back with, you needed a gun, you'd dropped yours during the fight. You spied Curly's revolver.
	# NoHurt 157	It had fallen under the porch of a house, the black metal hard to see in the shadows. You crawled over and stuck your hand under, reaching for it.
	# NoHurt 158	You pressed your face against the wood, stretching your arm out as much as you could, your fingertips skimming the handle.
	# NoHurt 159	Pushing and reaching desperately, your muscles protesting as they stretched to their limits, your claws found purchase on the handle.
	# NoHurt 160	You flicked the gun towards you and hastily grabbed at it, clumps of sand in your hand that gripped the gun tight.

	Key	English	Actions
	# NoHurt 131	Two figures huddled at the edge of a house, watching. When your eyes came back to Curly, he had noticed, his own eyes flitting to the corners.
	# NoHurt 132	His ears flicked and tilted back, listening intently for a moment before he stood up sharply, swinging round to level his gun at the strangers.
	# NoHurt 133	Two bangs, one after the other, his shots skimming the house into the alley - you heard birds squawk and curse, scrambling to hide.
	# NoHurt 134	As Curly was focused on the birds hiding from him, nearby, you heard the scuffle of someone sprinting from a standstill.
	# NoHurt 135	You pushed yourself up and turned around to see Joseph burst from behind a house, running at Curly with his knife raised.
	# NoHurt 136	Seeing him again your whole body lit up in excitement, in relief, a wave washing over you.
	# NoHurt 137	His face was stony, determined, whole body tilted forward as he ran past you and grabbed at Curly, plunging the knife in his back.
	# NoHurt 138	Curly cried out to the sky, letting way to a guttural growl from his belly that rumbled through the air like thunder.
	# NoHurt 139	Joseph jumped back, wide-eyed, seeming shocked that he'd been able to do it.
	# NoHurt 14	If you skirted this side you should be able to avoid any trouble.
	# NoHurt 140	Curly desperately clawed at his back for a few futile seconds before giving up on reaching the knife.
	# NoHurt 141	He swivelled, eyes full of rage, teeth bared, his gun arm snapping out to point straight at Joseph.
	# NoHurt 142	Panic filled your chest, eyes flicking between Curly's straining arm and Joseph's own panicked face.
	# NoHurt 143	You had only one thought in your mind, and acted on it, scrambling off the floor. Your only thought of Joseph, and keeping him safe.
	# NoHurt 144	You pushed off the dirt hard, up onto one knee and reached up to grab Curly's arm tight, pulling yourself up on it.
	# NoHurt 145	Your jaws opened wide as you pulled with all the strength you could muster to bring the arm in reach, clamping down and biting hard.
	# NoHurt 146	Curly cursed and shouted, you felt the muscle of his arm flex and tense around your piercing teeth, the tang of blood reaching your tongue.
	# NoHurt 147	You heard Curly's gun clank as it hit the ground, dropping from his hand, and quickly relented from biting his arm to drop to your knees.
	# NoHurt 148	Joseph wasted no time in following up, lunging forward and swinging his fist into the side of Curly's face, grunts coming from them both.
	# NoHurt 149	You got up on one knee, facing Curly, looking for an opening. You held nothing back as you threw your fist at his stomach.
	# NoHurt 15	You slinked out, now sliding your gun from its holster, the metal a comfort of sorts in your grip as you emerged into the sun again.
	# NoHurt 150	Your attempted punch seemed fruitless, it felt like your fist had smacked into the dense hide of a bull and your knuckles ached.
	# NoHurt 151	Curly took no notice and had no patience for you, his eyes blazing with fury, and he grabbed your wrist and threw you to the ground hard.
	# NoHurt 152	You held your shorter arm out and squeezed your eyes shut to try and soften the fall, but your face scraped the dirt all the same.
	# NoHurt 153, Speaker "Joseph"	"Get your fuckin' hands offa him!"
	# NoHurt 154	Joseph and Curly grunted and growled behind you, you heard the shuffle of shoes in the dirt, the dull thud of a punch hitting.
	# NoHurt 155	You picked your head up off the ground, shaking the dust and rocks off of your sore face, craning your neck to look around you.
	# NoHurt 156	Looking for anything to fight back with, you needed a gun, you'd dropped yours during the fight. You spied Curly's revolver.
	# NoHurt 157	It had fallen under the porch of a house, the black metal hard to see in the shadows. You crawled over and stuck your hand under, reaching for it.
	# NoHurt 158	You pressed your face against the wood, stretching your arm out as much as you could, your fingertips skimming the handle.

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