He'll take dents, he'll take so many dents if they survive this for whatever given amount of survival they can do. His body wants to shake with terror, in all truth, but he tries to hold himself steady and in one piece.
But he hears the creature shift behind them and he can just see past Peter enough. It's getting up. Oh God, they're still a block away, they need more time and they don't have it.
"Oh God," He says aloud, voice half a sob. He pulls a sharp breath, swallowing what fear he can. Then moves. "Peter, I'm going to climb up and hang off your shoulder! Hang on to my-- my spine! Oh God..." He does as he's explained, moving up until he's got his rib cage even to Peter's head. He reaches for his arm and pops it off, pulling it back against his suspenders. Steady. Steady. Breathe steady, Héctor, think about the boy, think about Coco.
With a cry, he lets his arm fly. It goes out stretched, until it land upon the monster. And from what he can control of it, he brings it to claw at those remaining eyes.
"Don't stop, Peter! Don't stop, no matter what!" He shouts, and he turns his gaze back to the monster, holding his breath as he forces his arm to hang on-- until it's torn off. He takes a breath, teeth held together tight as the creature grips the bones of his arm in it's own claws. He doesn't hear it as it happens, from this far away. But he feels it.
His arm cracks sharply in two. Héctor screams. His body goes to hang over Peter's shoulder and back and he whimpers through his teeth as the monster throws his broken arm aside in anger. There's a very distant and bleary relief as he realizes he'll still be able to find it later. The monster's blinded. He won't be able to find it.
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But he hears the creature shift behind them and he can just see past Peter enough. It's getting up. Oh God, they're still a block away, they need more time and they don't have it.
"Oh God," He says aloud, voice half a sob. He pulls a sharp breath, swallowing what fear he can. Then moves. "Peter, I'm going to climb up and hang off your shoulder! Hang on to my-- my spine! Oh God..." He does as he's explained, moving up until he's got his rib cage even to Peter's head. He reaches for his arm and pops it off, pulling it back against his suspenders. Steady. Steady. Breathe steady, Héctor, think about the boy, think about Coco.
With a cry, he lets his arm fly. It goes out stretched, until it land upon the monster. And from what he can control of it, he brings it to claw at those remaining eyes.
"Don't stop, Peter! Don't stop, no matter what!" He shouts, and he turns his gaze back to the monster, holding his breath as he forces his arm to hang on-- until it's torn off. He takes a breath, teeth held together tight as the creature grips the bones of his arm in it's own claws. He doesn't hear it as it happens, from this far away. But he feels it.
His arm cracks sharply in two. Héctor screams. His body goes to hang over Peter's shoulder and back and he whimpers through his teeth as the monster throws his broken arm aside in anger. There's a very distant and bleary relief as he realizes he'll still be able to find it later. The monster's blinded. He won't be able to find it.
He hopes they're close.