[Where the fuck did all this grace come from? Five minutes ago, the guy could hardly stand up straight, and now Dave's winded as he's crushed beneath the troll's weight, the wind rushing out of his lungs. There's blood on his lips, blood that isn't his - isn't even human - and it's weird and different, but not in a bad way, and Dave is so fucking wrong.]
[Using Gamzee's horn as leverage, Dave wraps a long leg around the troll's hips and twists, trying to flip them, to slam Gamzee back against the floor.]
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[Using Gamzee's horn as leverage, Dave wraps a long leg around the troll's hips and twists, trying to flip them, to slam Gamzee back against the floor.]