[ Desperate times call for desperate measures and both of them are surely beginning to slip into that mindset now, though maybe moreso Ernesto than Eustace. Life and death battles are the norm for Eustace, and he doesn't hesitate in using whatever advantage afforded to him in the heat of the moment, whether it be a fistful of dirt or the unfortunate use of his own head as a blunt force weapon.
Of course it's not ideal, and his own head is ringing after the force of impact, pain radiating through his skull. He can only hope Ernesto is worse off than he is, because he's going to need a second or three to reorient himself as he fights past the pain and tries to plan his next move. What he doesn't plan for is a new flare of pain as teeth sink into the soft flesh of his forearm.
A sharp hiss of pain escapes clenched teeth and reflexively he yanks his arm back, grip on Ernesto loosening completely as his attention drops to his arm for an immediate assessment of the damage done.
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Of course it's not ideal, and his own head is ringing after the force of impact, pain radiating through his skull. He can only hope Ernesto is worse off than he is, because he's going to need a second or three to reorient himself as he fights past the pain and tries to plan his next move. What he doesn't plan for is a new flare of pain as teeth sink into the soft flesh of his forearm.
A sharp hiss of pain escapes clenched teeth and reflexively he yanks his arm back, grip on Ernesto loosening completely as his attention drops to his arm for an immediate assessment of the damage done.
Go buddy, this is your opening. ]