[ so singularly focused on raining down those hits on trapper's face, david really doesn't expect the hit to the gut. it makes him double over, both from the surprise and the pain, leaves him totally unprepared for the follow-up hand looking for his neck. panic blooming when he feels fingers at his face because that is, in many ways, a hell of a lot worse. ]
[ he lets go of trapper's throat to grab his wrist, trying to pull his hand away, hoping he can push it down enough to pin like he should've in the fucking first place. now it's a nightmare, no idea how he's gonna get both of those hands down, even as he reaches blindly for the one that punched him. with a normal person it'd be easy — grab both wrists and push them down so he can put his knees on them, but with this asshole, david's not so certain. ]
[ nothing ventured though, he plants his knees in the dirt either side of trapper so he's at least a bit more stable in the moment. ]
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[ he lets go of trapper's throat to grab his wrist, trying to pull his hand away, hoping he can push it down enough to pin like he should've in the fucking first place. now it's a nightmare, no idea how he's gonna get both of those hands down, even as he reaches blindly for the one that punched him. with a normal person it'd be easy — grab both wrists and push them down so he can put his knees on them, but with this asshole, david's not so certain. ]
[ nothing ventured though, he plants his knees in the dirt either side of trapper so he's at least a bit more stable in the moment. ]