[ there's no hesitation, david grabs a tool off the nearest worktop and throws it in a quick, fluid motion. for all the shit the fog's taken from him, his aim is still as good as it was back in his rugby days. it doesn't have to hit hard, nor does he expect it to, just has to be something trapper has to react to or have it smash him in the... mask. ]
[ david rushes him in the aftermath, leaving as little time between the thrown tool and the impact of his own body as he charges trapper shoulder-first. he's not so ridiculous as to think he can just push past the man, but he can put him off balance if he times it right. ]
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[ david rushes him in the aftermath, leaving as little time between the thrown tool and the impact of his own body as he charges trapper shoulder-first. he's not so ridiculous as to think he can just push past the man, but he can put him off balance if he times it right. ]