[Ogata sees that opening. And he strikes. Whip quick, as if he hadn’t seemed to just slow and give up right before. As if that had all been a show.
He jabs up with one hand, terrible little fingers jabbing up into vulnerable flesh: Beau’s eye. A desperate animal lashing out and aiming for the cheap shots, just for a chance to scrabble out from under Beau.]
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He jabs up with one hand, terrible little fingers jabbing up into vulnerable flesh: Beau’s eye. A desperate animal lashing out and aiming for the cheap shots, just for a chance to scrabble out from under Beau.]