Rick loved his gun, but it was about as useful as a second ass right now, considering he'd dropped it sometime during getting slammed into government building wallpaper. When the bear went for his face, it was instinct that made him bring his arms up to knock its muzzle away, realizing how stupid that was when the bear's teeth sank into his arm -
"Motherfu--"
- only to have it stop, Rick's arm still in its jaws. For a moment, Rick wasn't sure what was happening, too slow to process that the teeth weren't going any deeper over the panicked litany of fuckfuckfuck in his head. The bear looked about as confused as he was, muscles in its neck straining as it tried to bite down but couldn't, hot breath and spit running against his skin through torn cloth. Realization kicked in and he grabbed at its muzzle with the hand that wasn't being held in place, palm over the bear's nose while his fingers scrabbled to get a grip along its upper jaw.
He'd been practicing his powers by breaking small, meaningless trinkets, enough for him to be familiar with the tingle under his skin that left his head aching. He tried to summon the same concentration now, gritting his teeth as he pried his arm free of the bear's mouth.
"Come on!" Shit, in the time it was taking him to do this, who knew what Pherson was doing to Mitch? Almost as soon as the thought occurred to him, the bear jerked under his hands, its jaw going slack. For a moment, he thought whatever temporary paralysis had saved his arm from getting ripped to shreds had finally worn off, but then the bear's eyes rolled back in its head and it dropped to the floor with an audible thump, dragging Bradbury with it.
Still half-dazed, he picked his gun off the floor and went for Mitch's door t a stumbling run, bringing it up in shaking hands to train it at Pherson. "Freeze, you dick!" It would have been more convincing if he wasn't out of breath and bleeding from a cut on the temple and more punctures than he cared to think about.
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"Motherfu--"
- only to have it stop, Rick's arm still in its jaws. For a moment, Rick wasn't sure what was happening, too slow to process that the teeth weren't going any deeper over the panicked litany of fuckfuckfuck in his head. The bear looked about as confused as he was, muscles in its neck straining as it tried to bite down but couldn't, hot breath and spit running against his skin through torn cloth. Realization kicked in and he grabbed at its muzzle with the hand that wasn't being held in place, palm over the bear's nose while his fingers scrabbled to get a grip along its upper jaw.
He'd been practicing his powers by breaking small, meaningless trinkets, enough for him to be familiar with the tingle under his skin that left his head aching. He tried to summon the same concentration now, gritting his teeth as he pried his arm free of the bear's mouth.
"Come on!" Shit, in the time it was taking him to do this, who knew what Pherson was doing to Mitch? Almost as soon as the thought occurred to him, the bear jerked under his hands, its jaw going slack. For a moment, he thought whatever temporary paralysis had saved his arm from getting ripped to shreds had finally worn off, but then the bear's eyes rolled back in its head and it dropped to the floor with an audible thump, dragging Bradbury with it.
Still half-dazed, he picked his gun off the floor and went for Mitch's door t a stumbling run, bringing it up in shaking hands to train it at Pherson. "Freeze, you dick!" It would have been more convincing if he wasn't out of breath and bleeding from a cut on the temple and more punctures than he cared to think about.