R reacted like anyone who got punched in the stomach - he folded over with a surprised whuff of air, the crowbar sent skittering away and into the shadows before he even remembered he was supposed to hold onto it. To his surprise, he actually had trouble breathing, his pants hoarse, ragged.
This never would've happened if he was full-dead. Actually, he would've sank his teeth into the kid's throat by now.
R grabbed blindly at Mouse, trying to drag him closer, down to the floor. He didn't understand the finesse of fighting or Survival 101 - what he did know was how to bring down prey and that meant holding on with a death grip. Pulling toward him. No idea if this Tribute had a knife somewhere or he had buddies. R tangled his hand in what felt like a shirt, dropping his weight down and hoping it'd be harder to get nailed in the gut a second time around.
Use your teeth.
That was the next logical step. It was his only weapon, the one thing he knew he was good at. R resisted the urge, grunting as he tried to get Mouse's struggling under control.
Mind if R panic-bites?
This never would've happened if he was full-dead. Actually, he would've sank his teeth into the kid's throat by now.
R grabbed blindly at Mouse, trying to drag him closer, down to the floor. He didn't understand the finesse of fighting or Survival 101 - what he did know was how to bring down prey and that meant holding on with a death grip. Pulling toward him. No idea if this Tribute had a knife somewhere or he had buddies. R tangled his hand in what felt like a shirt, dropping his weight down and hoping it'd be harder to get nailed in the gut a second time around.
Use your teeth.
That was the next logical step. It was his only weapon, the one thing he knew he was good at. R resisted the urge, grunting as he tried to get Mouse's struggling under control.