[ david practically howls when evan grabs his hand, somewhere between pain at the strength of his grip and fury at the way the shrapnel slips from his hand. even as he's tackled, david's a real fucking live wire about it. kicking, swinging his other fist for trapper's neck, his shoulder. ]
[ there isn't really any thought in his head except the haze of bloodlust, anger at being so close to taking this bastard out and having that taken away (what feels like) so fucking easily. david feels like he's losing his fucking mind, how many times is he going to come close to beating trapper only to have it ripped out of his grasp. how many times is he gonna have his hands soaked in this guy's blood and be the one who dies anyway? ]
[ equal parts exhausted and enraged, it's pretty standard for david at this point. but like evan he doesn't intend to go down fast or easy, not if he can help it. ]
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[ there isn't really any thought in his head except the haze of bloodlust, anger at being so close to taking this bastard out and having that taken away (what feels like) so fucking easily. david feels like he's losing his fucking mind, how many times is he going to come close to beating trapper only to have it ripped out of his grasp. how many times is he gonna have his hands soaked in this guy's blood and be the one who dies anyway? ]
[ equal parts exhausted and enraged, it's pretty standard for david at this point. but like evan he doesn't intend to go down fast or easy, not if he can help it. ]