Your footsteps were accented with both Arthur and John's slew of swears as you all sprinted out of the bank with mostly empty bags in your hands. You yelped as you felt the hook on your right hand catch on the wooden frame of the door, you'd been given after an accident where you lost your original hand. Arthur swore as he sprinted past you and then spun back around on his heels as he wretched your hook from the door. John yelled that you were taking too long and with a grunt, you stumbled over Arthur as you all continued sprinting to your horses. The animals had started whinnying and tearing on their hind legs in firm protest to the bullets whizzing past your head and embedding themselves in the concrete and walls to you sides. With another frantic yell, John had grabbed you by your collar and practically tossed you onto your horse as he grabbed the reins of his own, snapped them and bit his tongue hard as his horse took off with him on it, all too eager to get out of the situation. Arthur's mare wasn't far behind as the horse panted, a wild look in its eyes as it's hooves tore up small patches of grass with each step.