ISKRA
The hunter between the pair of them is certainly capable of springing his snares. Damien's grasp around his knee and the drop of his weight is enough to top Iskra's balance out of favor, and with a grunt of effort he stumbles and slips onto his back. He thuds against the sand with enough force to make breath hard to catch, and for a moment he just reels, face scrunching up with the reverberation of his landing humming through him.
He's aware he has limited time though, and a now distinct disadvantage. If he's not fast, or careful, Damien could put him into an inescapable hold, which he certainly seems more wrestler than boxer so Iskra doesn't both to doubt the woodsman can. Iskra wrenches up with the force he has, his feet and lower back pushing off the sand and kicking his hips up in an attempt to upset Damien's balance. He simultaneously shoves off with one arm, fingers gliding over dark sand, as he attempts to twist and roll Damien off him.
3/4 Iskra falls to his back and tries to shove/twist Damien off
He's aware he has limited time though, and a now distinct disadvantage. If he's not fast, or careful, Damien could put him into an inescapable hold, which he certainly seems more wrestler than boxer so Iskra doesn't both to doubt the woodsman can. Iskra wrenches up with the force he has, his feet and lower back pushing off the sand and kicking his hips up in an attempt to upset Damien's balance. He simultaneously shoves off with one arm, fingers gliding over dark sand, as he attempts to twist and roll Damien off him.
3/4 Iskra falls to his back and tries to shove/twist Damien off
It's hard to tell the truth when you lie to yourself
Always give too much of you to someone else
I'm talkin' to you now like we're old friends
It'll never be too late to start again
Always give too much of you to someone else
I'm talkin' to you now like we're old friends
It'll never be too late to start again
