[ (You have got to be kidding him. Can this one twist its head around, too?)
Damian grunts when the creature gives the spade a yank, tightening his own grip on it and digging his heels in, but the thing is strong and the wound to his side sends a pulse of pain through him when his core tenses. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he releases the spade, darting backwards to give himself space between it and him.
The rest of the fire iron set is behind it, and Damian is boxed against the window, trapped and weaponless, back pressed to the glass.
Even silk can be used as a weapon. Or curtains. With a yank, he's ripped the curtains off the rod, throwing the heavy fabric at his enemy -- a bid to buy himself the precious few seconds he needs to shove the window open and jump down into the fresh bank of soft snow two floors down. Space. Room to maneuver. And the ability to break into the first-floor study and grab one of the swords off the wall.
(Damian's not making this chase easy on the Talon. Not at all.) ]
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Damian grunts when the creature gives the spade a yank, tightening his own grip on it and digging his heels in, but the thing is strong and the wound to his side sends a pulse of pain through him when his core tenses. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he releases the spade, darting backwards to give himself space between it and him.
The rest of the fire iron set is behind it, and Damian is boxed against the window, trapped and weaponless, back pressed to the glass.
Even silk can be used as a weapon. Or curtains. With a yank, he's ripped the curtains off the rod, throwing the heavy fabric at his enemy -- a bid to buy himself the precious few seconds he needs to shove the window open and jump down into the fresh bank of soft snow two floors down. Space. Room to maneuver. And the ability to break into the first-floor study and grab one of the swords off the wall.
(Damian's not making this chase easy on the Talon. Not at all.) ]