[ david grunts as he's rolled, wincing at a couple of rocks that press into his back, but that's really the least of his concerns. the pissed off monster of a man who has his wrists pinned demands a lot more of his attention. ]
[ his instinct is to thrash, to try and push him off that way, but it won't do anything. he wraps his legs around evan, locks his ankles behind his back to maintain at least a little control here, though he can't do anything with it just yet. staring daggers up at evan, waiting for his face to get close enough david can throw his head forward in a headbutt. ]
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[ his instinct is to thrash, to try and push him off that way, but it won't do anything. he wraps his legs around evan, locks his ankles behind his back to maintain at least a little control here, though he can't do anything with it just yet. staring daggers up at evan, waiting for his face to get close enough david can throw his head forward in a headbutt. ]