[ he doesn't hit, but that's fine; it was a clear attack, david ready for it. the grab he expects, too, but not toward the strap. he can't control that. at least, not whenever he really needs to.
david gets it and when ghost face tries to jerk back he doesn't go very far. his sixth (or seventh, or eighth) sense lights up and he lunges forward instead of dropping down or fighting stupidly to try and free himself, because evan's right behind him, snatching at his hood, trying to cave his skull in. no, ghost face goes straight for david again, dropping the knife into his other hand to go up and under into somewhere soft.
but the hand wrapped around the strap is keeping him in place. keeping him from making distance that he needs. the leather snaps tight around david's hand without anyone's intervention. evan rips his cleaver out of the ground and lunges in again to try and grab, at least, and yank him back before that knife finds its mark. or any mark, really. ]
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david gets it and when ghost face tries to jerk back he doesn't go very far. his sixth (or seventh, or eighth) sense lights up and he lunges forward instead of dropping down or fighting stupidly to try and free himself, because evan's right behind him, snatching at his hood, trying to cave his skull in. no, ghost face goes straight for david again, dropping the knife into his other hand to go up and under into somewhere soft.
but the hand wrapped around the strap is keeping him in place. keeping him from making distance that he needs. the leather snaps tight around david's hand without anyone's intervention. evan rips his cleaver out of the ground and lunges in again to try and grab, at least, and yank him back before that knife finds its mark. or any mark, really. ]