The man was tall, maybe a little over six feet. He was dressed in the usual attire of a Hand, his blue jeans contrasting with his white button down shirt and black, unbuttoned jacket. This particular member was fairly high ranking, the red bandanna around his arm etched with the markings of a, officer of some sort. He stood calmly, his body looking completely relaxed as he explained the situation to Julian. The whole time the other two remained stock still, their guns loosely trained on their prey.
Comma not needed
Reaching up Julian took the photograph with slightly trembling fingers. As he looked upon it he instantly recognized Francis’ face. It looked as though it was taken while he was in the process of making a deal to sell some weapons to someone whose face was obscured. Julian’s breathing stopped as he looked back up at Gerald, finally chocking out the question.
Choking I'm guessing.
It was when he was trained on Julian the Gerald made his last attempt. Moving quickly he swung a right hook at the strangers jaw, while also bringing his left fist in for a strike to the kidneys.
When I see this attack I see all the possibilities. He is open to a trip or a punch to the side. He's way to open to attack. As a struggle attempt it makes sense for him to go for an easy to hit area like the side and hen while the opponent is staggering go for the face. But never straight for the face and kidney.
Thats all i can think of for this chapter. Well written but some of your information is kinda scattered.