Luke Schwarz

[i][color=fdc68a]Clear shots?

What the heck? I can't possibly be in front of everything, I'm a small gu[/color]—[color=ed145b]ggrbl[/color][/i]

In his moment of distraction, the hoodie-clad hunter found his situation to have suddenly grown much more dire, as long arms, clawing at and past him for purchase, found hold of his neck, instantly squeezing tight. His eyes bugging, he cut off his complaints (through no mean feat of psychological effort), and directed his focus to the task at hand. Teeth grit as his neck muscles tensed in an instinctual method to fight off the squeeze, his consciousness flashed back to a more practical method of dealing with the attack.

[color=f7976a][i]Grab the choking hand.
Four fingers on the meat below the thumb.
Peel away.
Counterattack with all your might![/i][/color]

Deftly adjusting his grip upon the creature's arm, he caught one of its fellows trying to slip by—

[i][b]"OOOAAAAAAAAH!"[/b][/i]

And with a haggard cry of war, clubbed it with the Grimm he'd been dealing with.

Letting out a rough cough as he released, he returned to his usual demeanor that everyone knew and loved once more.

[b]"I can't be getting in the way of [i]every[/i] shot, can I?!"[/b]

Consummate everydude just trying to make sense of the world around him. The more this mission dragged on, the crazier everyone was getting! They had to get out of here, and fast.

And with some remorse, he noted that he was definitely a major factor in slowing their process down in the first place. Just as the sparring class had time and again proven:

[color=7ea7d8][i]I think too much.[/i][/color]

[b]"Just put lead on anything that moves that isn't us!"[/b] came the amendment, [b]"If there's a worker in here, we'd have known by now!"[/b]