[they still when he tries to pull the rock out of their hands, but unless he's putting significant effort into it, he will find their grip too solid to take it away from them. this close, however, he will notice how agitated their own breathing in.]
We... We have to. Please. [a deep breath.] Don't make me kill you while you just stand there. Pick up your rock and fight me!
[with that, they swipe their leg at him to try and get him to back off, and do as they say. they really don't have a choice here, but even so...]
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We... We have to. Please. [a deep breath.] Don't make me kill you while you just stand there. Pick up your rock and fight me!
[with that, they swipe their leg at him to try and get him to back off, and do as they say. they really don't have a choice here, but even so...]