One hand, two, an iron grip on his wrist, and then he's down, forced into a twist to stare at the ground, while humiliation floods in an angry rush through him. "Ow."
The psychopath is saying something, talking down to him like he's a kid, like he's the one out of line, and Danny can't move, because if he does, this asshole will probably break his arm. "What are you, a ninja? Let go!"
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Date: 2014-01-19 07:19 pm (UTC)It happens in less than a second.
One hand, two, an iron grip on his wrist, and then he's down, forced into a twist to stare at the ground, while humiliation floods in an angry rush through him. "Ow."
The psychopath is saying something, talking down to him like he's a kid, like he's the one out of line, and Danny can't move, because if he does, this asshole will probably break his arm. "What are you, a ninja? Let go!"