[ there's a noise that escapes the mask at that stomp - along with the cracking of the knee itself, because while it might not be totally shattered it's really fucked up now, and despite everything he might say, ghost face isn't immune to pain.
nor is he immune to getting pinned. as evan staggers back, favoring the foot that didn't just take a knife through the top of it, ghost face finds himself caught, unable to rip his arm free from david's knee crushing it just below the elbow. he tries like hell, but it doesn't work very well, especially when his head's getting jerked around, smashed into the ground over and over. enough to disorient, almost enough to stun.
but not completely.
he writhes under david, rips at him with his free arm, and in the few momentary breaks in the violence his voice comes out from under the mask again, this time riddled with pain and spite and all the darkness that grew in him over the years: ]
Do you scream like that for everybody - or just him - you fucking whore?
[ it's not a particularly clever insult, but stripped down the core of him he isn't thinking much beyond getting the hooks in as deep as he can. even if he dies here, david's not going to forget what he said. and he's not going to forget the hand that snaps up, fingers aiming for his eyes -
or he wouldn't, except evan gets involved again, cleaver lashing out to catch that arm before it finds its mark. it doesn't cut the whole thing off, but it buries deep enough to cut bone. ]
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nor is he immune to getting pinned. as evan staggers back, favoring the foot that didn't just take a knife through the top of it, ghost face finds himself caught, unable to rip his arm free from david's knee crushing it just below the elbow. he tries like hell, but it doesn't work very well, especially when his head's getting jerked around, smashed into the ground over and over. enough to disorient, almost enough to stun.
but not completely.
he writhes under david, rips at him with his free arm, and in the few momentary breaks in the violence his voice comes out from under the mask again, this time riddled with pain and spite and all the darkness that grew in him over the years: ]
Do you scream like that for everybody - or just him - you fucking whore?
[ it's not a particularly clever insult, but stripped down the core of him he isn't thinking much beyond getting the hooks in as deep as he can. even if he dies here, david's not going to forget what he said. and he's not going to forget the hand that snaps up, fingers aiming for his eyes -
or he wouldn't, except evan gets involved again, cleaver lashing out to catch that arm before it finds its mark. it doesn't cut the whole thing off, but it buries deep enough to cut bone. ]