The weevil was strong; Jack could barely hold it away from his throat.
Ianto kept back, trying for a clear shot, but darkness and pounding rain obscured his vision. It would be too easy to hit Jack, or the injured and terrified woman behind him. The combatants kept staggering one way then the other, finally hitting the railing and toppling slowly into the bay.
Ianto ran to the railing and looked down. For a moment there was nothing, then Jack surfaced, spluttering.
“It was sink or swim — it sank and I swam,” Jack grinned.
Ianto rolled his eyes.