[He is a fighter, but a scrambled one, and both the blow and the strength behind it manage to catch him off guard. But once is enough, and his reflexes light up with his fight-or-flight response, fueled by the anger and fear circling in his head.
He leans into the motion, even as he doubles over, and reaches to seize the wrist of the hand with the pen, to twist it back (both to keep the weapon away from him and to try and unbalance her as she has him). Just to get time and space, even if only a moment and an inch, to recover himself.]
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He leans into the motion, even as he doubles over, and reaches to seize the wrist of the hand with the pen, to twist it back (both to keep the weapon away from him and to try and unbalance her as she has him). Just to get time and space, even if only a moment and an inch, to recover himself.]