[The pain makes it worse -- pain from where he holds, and the pain from being repeatedly thrashed. He's going to die, but he has to hold on. Something is screaming at him to hold on, a memory of something he cannot call on in the throes of survival mode.
All he knows is that this is supposed to work. This is supposed to stop the rage.
His free hand scrabbles for the knife that was knocked free by the fall -- he has no idea where it's gone, but with the situation becoming dire, his urge to vomit rising, and the decreasing lack of recognition from Yennefer means that stabbing is his only option.
He's not even sure if he can break through that carapace, but he's going to fucking try -- even if he could just cut into one of her legs, maybe he could get free.
But its no use. Continuing to search for the knife only gives Yennefer free access to beat the shit out of him. One good knock to his head, and it would be over for him. All he can do is scrunch his shoulders to try and protect it and kick beneath her to try and wear her out while he hangs on for dear life.]
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All he knows is that this is supposed to work. This is supposed to stop the rage.
His free hand scrabbles for the knife that was knocked free by the fall -- he has no idea where it's gone, but with the situation becoming dire, his urge to vomit rising, and the decreasing lack of recognition from Yennefer means that stabbing is his only option.
He's not even sure if he can break through that carapace, but he's going to fucking try -- even if he could just cut into one of her legs, maybe he could get free.
But its no use. Continuing to search for the knife only gives Yennefer free access to beat the shit out of him. One good knock to his head, and it would be over for him. All he can do is scrunch his shoulders to try and protect it and kick beneath her to try and wear her out while he hangs on for dear life.]