[Dave is quick enough to catch her fist, the momentum shoving him back enough to cause his shoes to squeak obnoxiously on the floor. When she headbutts him, he goes a bit cross-eyed. While troll skulls may have been more designed for that sort of thing, he was still human.
He slips slightly, nearly losing the grip on her fist, but he holds it stubbornly. Dave's legs fall out completely from under him, changing instead to that bright orange tail he was so familiar with. Unfortunately for Vriska, he's also much quicker like this.
Still dizzy, he yanks back on the fist he's still holding, jamming her straight in the stomach with his free hand and shoving her away from him shortly after. Now that he's in sprite form, he's very winded.
Also aggravating the wound in his stomach. Vriska will enjoy a bit of fresh, golden blood on her dress from when he had pulled her in, despite the fresh bandages.]
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He slips slightly, nearly losing the grip on her fist, but he holds it stubbornly. Dave's legs fall out completely from under him, changing instead to that bright orange tail he was so familiar with. Unfortunately for Vriska, he's also much quicker like this.
Still dizzy, he yanks back on the fist he's still holding, jamming her straight in the stomach with his free hand and shoving her away from him shortly after. Now that he's in sprite form, he's very winded.
Also aggravating the wound in his stomach. Vriska will enjoy a bit of fresh, golden blood on her dress from when he had pulled her in, despite the fresh bandages.]