[ the face david makes when evan drops back would probably be comical in any other circumstance, wide-eyed surprise for a split second before his body bows backward. still struggling for breath, still disoriented, vision dark and blurry at the edges. ]
[ he's gonna kill this man. he's gonna cave his fucking face in with his fists, beat him until he's nothing more than ruined meat. david snarls, makes a quick decision he hopes pans out, because if he fucks up here then he's fucked. ]
[ he throws his weight backwards, trying to land all of it on evan — wind him, hurt him, anything — another elbow or two. anything he can do with the hope of getting out of this, maybe managing to turn himself around so now he's the one on top with the upper hand. but fuck it, he'll taking getting out of evan's grip before it turns into a grapple if that's all he can get. ]
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[ he's gonna kill this man. he's gonna cave his fucking face in with his fists, beat him until he's nothing more than ruined meat. david snarls, makes a quick decision he hopes pans out, because if he fucks up here then he's fucked. ]
[ he throws his weight backwards, trying to land all of it on evan — wind him, hurt him, anything — another elbow or two. anything he can do with the hope of getting out of this, maybe managing to turn himself around so now he's the one on top with the upper hand. but fuck it, he'll taking getting out of evan's grip before it turns into a grapple if that's all he can get. ]