[John narrowly avoids the rodent's jaws as it snaps for him. He keeps his hands on the scissors; letting go now would just put him at an even greater disadvantage. At least this way he can twist the scissors and try to pull them out for another round. They've dug deep into the creature's flesh, though, and John strains himself as he tries to focus on ripping the scissors out and avoiding the jaws and claws.
In his periphery, he spots Sherlock trying to help. Between panting breaths, he tries to call out over the rodent's roars and terrible shrieks.]
Blind it! Try to go for the eyes! Maybe it'll back off!
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In his periphery, he spots Sherlock trying to help. Between panting breaths, he tries to call out over the rodent's roars and terrible shrieks.]
Blind it! Try to go for the eyes! Maybe it'll back off!