[That hesitation was definitely a mistake, as the pragmatic assassin part of him will definitely be reminding the other half until the end of time. There's no time to register just how bad it is, however, until he feels the sudden crack and tearing of his knee snapping the wrong way. He screams, but even that is abruptly cut off as he's manhandled and then–
–suddenly underwater??
That's a bad place to suddenly be when mid-scream. There's no chance to even hold his breath. Water floods his open mouth and he's choking on it, flailing for the surface and air but it's nowhere to be found. One leg is useless anyway, and the other is held tight somehow. It's hard to see in the murky water, but he reaches down with his free hand in an attempt to dislodge whatever's trapping him, and when he feels foreign flesh, he moves on instinct.
No hesitation this time. He stabs his knife into the hand gripping him in a desperate attempt to free himself.]
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–suddenly underwater??
That's a bad place to suddenly be when mid-scream. There's no chance to even hold his breath. Water floods his open mouth and he's choking on it, flailing for the surface and air but it's nowhere to be found. One leg is useless anyway, and the other is held tight somehow. It's hard to see in the murky water, but he reaches down with his free hand in an attempt to dislodge whatever's trapping him, and when he feels foreign flesh, he moves on instinct.
No hesitation this time. He stabs his knife into the hand gripping him in a desperate attempt to free himself.]