[ david weathers the blows, grits his teeth through the pain-- it should knock his ass down, but maybe it's the anger that keeps him up. internally frustrated that he felt the bastard almost tip over, but it wasn't enough. how it always fucking goes with this asshole, never quite enough to tip the odds. ]
[ he's been guilty of holding on to shit for too long before, waiting for the right moment, not this time. he snarls, shoves his shoulder harder against trapper's chest so he has the room to raise his other arm and try to jam the screwdriver into trapper's thigh. doing his best to keep hold of it so he can really make it hurt. ]
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[ he's been guilty of holding on to shit for too long before, waiting for the right moment, not this time. he snarls, shoves his shoulder harder against trapper's chest so he has the room to raise his other arm and try to jam the screwdriver into trapper's thigh. doing his best to keep hold of it so he can really make it hurt. ]