[ he almost can't believe he got the man off his feet, but david doesn't waste time on that thought. he scrambles, recognising the opportunity for the rarity it is, to crawl up and straddle trapper's chest. he'd love to be able pin his arms with his knees, and that punch is a prime example why, it staggers him a moment but he refuses to give this up. ]
[ david leans forward, plants one hand down on trapper's throat and the other he uses to try and push his mask off and toss it aside so he can punch this guy in the face. again and again, alternating hands, the idea of course being to just beat this man until either he's a bloody mess or something stops him. ]
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[ david leans forward, plants one hand down on trapper's throat and the other he uses to try and push his mask off and toss it aside so he can punch this guy in the face. again and again, alternating hands, the idea of course being to just beat this man until either he's a bloody mess or something stops him. ]