The kick hammers him in the thigh, R grunting as he tries to wrestle this Tribute into control. There's a vague impression that he's losing control. Mostly there's that urge suddenly resurfacing with a vengeance telling him he knows what to do. That he's not totally defenseless. R lashes out without aiming, without registering he's snarling.

He sinks his teeth into the nearest body part. It's more of a flail than calculated strike, desperate in a different way compared to a zombie's.