The electric shock forces Leon's back to arch, head falling backwards as he clenches his teeth against the burning, tingling agony of the high-powered cattle prod. He can hear Ashley screaming in the background; entire body taut and spasming as the electricity pins him in place, white-hot. It's not the first time these ganados have snuck past his guard, and he anticipates the moment the electric current will end so he can retaliate---but it never does.
He blinks back into consciousness to find himself laid out on his side, a strange haze of confusion descending over him as he struggles to remember what's happened.
"Ash...?" he tries to say, lifting himself weakly onto an elbow. Hands press him back down, tentative and small, and he blinks up to see Ashley gently guiding him back down to the cement.
"You... I think you had a siezure," she says uncertainly, hands still hovering over his cramping muscles like she doesn't know what to do. Her eyes are wide. "That guy hit you, and you collapsed, and your arms and legs were all---" She demonstrates, flailing around. "And you, uh, threw up everywhere, so I put you on your side. Are you... good? You didn't choke?"
The words aren't making much sense to Leon, but he nods groggily, trying and failing to sit up again. He slumps back down to the ground, groaning. He supposes that explains why his mouth tastes like metal and acid.
Leon doesn't get to finish the sentence before his muscles begin to lock up for a second time, vision blanking out.