[ evan is a heavy guy, it means that once he's bearing down on him, david has no hope of throwing him off. at least not without changing his focus from trying to kill this fucking man, which isn't likely to happen. at the very least he needs evan to pass out to have a hope of leaving here alive. to say nothing of the need to win this that feels like fire in his veins, blood roaring in his ears that sounds like the cheers and yells of a drunken crowd or an angry wind whipping down an alley. ]
[ david wheezes under the weight of the arm across his neck, tries to get one of his hands under it to push back, take at least a little of the pressure off. he coughs, eyes blurred and watery, sputtering out a laboured curse between gritted teeth. ]
[ he reaches out with his other hand, grabs at trapper's throat. at first like he plans to simply try and choke him in return, but he quickly changes tack to try for something more effective, dragging his fingers over blood-slick skin to find those stab wounds and, well. jam his fingers into them. ]
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[ david wheezes under the weight of the arm across his neck, tries to get one of his hands under it to push back, take at least a little of the pressure off. he coughs, eyes blurred and watery, sputtering out a laboured curse between gritted teeth. ]
[ he reaches out with his other hand, grabs at trapper's throat. at first like he plans to simply try and choke him in return, but he quickly changes tack to try for something more effective, dragging his fingers over blood-slick skin to find those stab wounds and, well. jam his fingers into them. ]