[ thought is mostly gone at this point, other than wanting david dead. there's blood in his eyes, making it hard to see, so his hand never quite finds david's throat. he can feel his jaw, his mouth, then the softer spot under the chin, and then there's a hand at his wrist, dragging back, dragging down.
hands at both wrists, actually. evan can tell david's trying to get him pinned, on some instinctual level. can feel him getting more stable. more anchored. it's unacceptable. he's not going to be beaten into a pulp by anyone, except -
he bucks hard, trying to throw david off-balance, trying to throw him off completely, hurling his fists at david's face and ribs as best he can with the hands trying to stop him. anything to stop him getting him really pinned. anything to get him off. ]
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hands at both wrists, actually. evan can tell david's trying to get him pinned, on some instinctual level. can feel him getting more stable. more anchored. it's unacceptable. he's not going to be beaten into a pulp by anyone, except -
he bucks hard, trying to throw david off-balance, trying to throw him off completely, hurling his fists at david's face and ribs as best he can with the hands trying to stop him. anything to stop him getting him really pinned. anything to get him off. ]