And that's where Ezekiel loses it, really loses it, because no, he can't. He doesn't even pay attention to Cal anymore, his free hand lashing out wildly at Stone's face, trying to poke at an eye, and he's kicking his shin hard, rationality going out the window, fairness going out the window.
"No! Let me go!!"
His mind is reeling with break 'em so bad he can't ever pick a lock or pickpocket ever again and he needs to get away from them, needs to get away NOW, everything in him is screaming to get away.
He's turning, trying to create momentum and throw his friend off-balance, break free from his grasp, he's trying to stomp on toes, and even bite at the arm pinning his wrist. They're his hands and there's no trick too dirty here. He'll fight with all the little strength he has left.
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"No! Let me go!!"
His mind is reeling with break 'em so bad he can't ever pick a lock or pickpocket ever again and he needs to get away from them, needs to get away NOW, everything in him is screaming to get away.
He's turning, trying to create momentum and throw his friend off-balance, break free from his grasp, he's trying to stomp on toes, and even bite at the arm pinning his wrist. They're his hands and there's no trick too dirty here. He'll fight with all the little strength he has left.