[The attempt to subdue, to restrain, only makes Victor struggle harder, feet scrabbling air and kicking backwards to try to gain footing as he twists and squirms, fingers curled and claws fully extended even though he can't reach anything. He's a flurry of constant movement, straining his neck around to try to bite his captor, trying to get enough slack to claw, and all the while trying to make enough room between him and Davy's arm to twist around to get at him better. He growls and shouts in frustration and rage, Lilith's shrieks only setting him more on edge and he doesn't really care that she's been effectively put down for the count too except for the part where that means all of Davy's attention is on him.]
LET ME GO YOU FUCKING BASTARD. I'LL KILL YOU. I DON'T CARE IF YOU KNOW ME I'LL TEAR YOU TO PIECES AND SHOVE YER TENTACLES DOWN YER THROAT. I'LL RUN YA THROUGH WITH YER OWN CLAW. LET ME GO OR I SWEAR YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD.
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Date: 2013-08-13 01:56 pm (UTC)LET ME GO YOU FUCKING BASTARD. I'LL KILL YOU. I DON'T CARE IF YOU KNOW ME I'LL TEAR YOU TO PIECES AND SHOVE YER TENTACLES DOWN YER THROAT. I'LL RUN YA THROUGH WITH YER OWN CLAW. LET ME GO OR I SWEAR YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD.