[ there's enough strength behind that stab to make sure the screwdriver goes deep into his thigh, going through the leather waders, the burned and broken skin, and straight into the muscles. pain erupts, and evan snarls, his grip around david tightening.
but the problem with a stab to the thigh is that even something limited like that makes standing an agony, especially given that david's still holding onto it, which in turn causes every shift a movement to drag the damn thing around. he tries to break david's ribs with a squeeze, gives up almost immediately, and lets go enough to grab him by the hair and try to drag him up and back.
he knew the bastard had it, and he still fell for this. stupid. infuriatingly stupid. he needs to get david back in the workshop so he can crush his fucking skull. ]
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but the problem with a stab to the thigh is that even something limited like that makes standing an agony, especially given that david's still holding onto it, which in turn causes every shift a movement to drag the damn thing around. he tries to break david's ribs with a squeeze, gives up almost immediately, and lets go enough to grab him by the hair and try to drag him up and back.
he knew the bastard had it, and he still fell for this. stupid. infuriatingly stupid. he needs to get david back in the workshop so he can crush his fucking skull. ]