"Ugh John agrees as he falls into Arthur, who is falling against a shelf of false skeletons.

"Fuck-" John offers as a counterpoint, as Arthur's knee catches his chest and his foot tangles in his robes, preventing John from getting any meaningful use from that arm other than to keep Arthur's leg busy.

"Fuck you!" he concludes, not originally, as he tries to wrap his arm around that caught leg and haul himself up to land his left fist blindly on some part of Arthur's body.

When he's done with Arthur that fucking clown is next.