[ This kind of messy, desperate fighting might be fine for Eustace, but it really has Ernesto out of his element. He's not a barehanded fighter by any stretch, and the last time he had such a brutish brawl was probably back when he was still a teenager.
The only advantage he has here is that one of Eustace's hands is preoccupied by trying to hold onto that dagger, and even that doesn't feel like much of an advantage when Eustace could turn that dagger on him at any moment.
Funny that the dagger wasn't the thing that Ernesto should have been trying to keep his eye on though. The dull crack that resounds through the air as two skulls collide somehow registers a half a second before the bloom of pain that spreads through his entire skull. That actually manages to pull a startled yelp from Ernesto that has him writhing wildly to get out of Eustace's grasp now, but he's pinned by the leg on his midsection.
The gravity of this situation is really starting to hit now, and Ernesto tries to swallow down a rising panic as the world around him seems to split into a fuzzy doubled version of itself, and nausea rolls in his stomach. He can't tell if that blow was hard enough to actually give him a concussion, but he does know that he's not going to be able to tolerate much more of that, especially given the rough treatment that Gen put his face through earlier.
So in a panic, Ernesto twists to the side and goes for Eustace's arm with the only weapon he has on hand: a set of teeth that are just a smidgen bigger and sharper than what most people have going for them. He's not proud of literally resorting to the dog tactic of fighting, but he might actually die here if he doesn't start playing dirty.
The problem of course is that his new double vision is really fucking up his depth perception, and his ability to properly locate what he's trying to chomp down on. ]
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The only advantage he has here is that one of Eustace's hands is preoccupied by trying to hold onto that dagger, and even that doesn't feel like much of an advantage when Eustace could turn that dagger on him at any moment.
Funny that the dagger wasn't the thing that Ernesto should have been trying to keep his eye on though. The dull crack that resounds through the air as two skulls collide somehow registers a half a second before the bloom of pain that spreads through his entire skull. That actually manages to pull a startled yelp from Ernesto that has him writhing wildly to get out of Eustace's grasp now, but he's pinned by the leg on his midsection.
The gravity of this situation is really starting to hit now, and Ernesto tries to swallow down a rising panic as the world around him seems to split into a fuzzy doubled version of itself, and nausea rolls in his stomach. He can't tell if that blow was hard enough to actually give him a concussion, but he does know that he's not going to be able to tolerate much more of that, especially given the rough treatment that Gen put his face through earlier.
So in a panic, Ernesto twists to the side and goes for Eustace's arm with the only weapon he has on hand: a set of teeth that are just a smidgen bigger and sharper than what most people have going for them. He's not proud of literally resorting to the dog tactic of fighting, but he might actually die here if he doesn't start playing dirty.
The problem of course is that his new double vision is really fucking up his depth perception, and his ability to properly locate what he's trying to chomp down on. ]