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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 30, 2009 11:34:03 GMT -5
Leon grinned to himself. Rage had them both, but he'd struck a nerve in Giddien, it seemed. Even highly-trained warriors like him, veritable G.I. Joes, lost their edge a little when they got too emotional, and boy was this guy pissed. Leon grunted the words out through his efforts. He was on his back, Giddien on his right, both of the doctor's arms running up through Deshane's legs to his chest where they were held firm. "Idiot. You forgot...an arm bar...only works...on one..ARM-" In a move like that, both of one person's hands hold the other man's one. Gripping at the wrist, they clench it to his chest while his hips push upward, torquing the victim's right arm. Giddien's legs, wrapped around Leon's arm and pushing down on his chest as Giddien stretched himself out, would have rendered him helpless. But Giddien had both hands. This actually gave Leon leverage and prevented the hold from being locked on him. He pulled with his left hand, hard, easing the tension on his right. Biting the words off as he maneuvered, "ARM" marked a hard jerk that freed his right hand. Immediately he punched Giddien in the balls, praying someone who shot zombies all day wouldn't wear a cock-blocker. Quick as he could, he jerked his left hand back, too. "Get f***ed!"
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