[He didn't bother trying to escape, not at first. Vincent's knee crashed into his face once, twice, three times and he tasted blood, but that was fine because it wasn't just his own. Every time the other boy's knee drove upwards, Fubuki's teeth sank deeper into those fingers, and the deeper they sank, the greater the threat that he might actually bite them right off.
Unless he was released.
Though it seemed he didn't have a mind for that, didn't care about retreat at all. And as Vincent's knee came up again, Fubuki wrapped his arms around the offending leg and, with a wild growl, threw all of his weight forward in an attempt to bowl the older boy over...]
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Unless he was released.
Though it seemed he didn't have a mind for that, didn't care about retreat at all. And as Vincent's knee came up again, Fubuki wrapped his arms around the offending leg and, with a wild growl, threw all of his weight forward in an attempt to bowl the older boy over...]