You've been known to stand down, if you still had two brain cells to rub together, [ Rex snaps, grunting as he strains to keep her stationary, yanking harder at her arm, pressing deeper in a way that would hurt a lesser person. But he can't stay grappled with her like this forever - though it is, he's afraid, deeply tempting - and he needs to figure out his next move, and fast. He could lead her back to the ship. He's sure they have something there to knock her out. It would be a hell of a run, but he could do it, provided he could outrun her, which he's not wholly convinced of.
But he's got to do something. He knows that the Imps' corpses are littering the floor, but he has no time to search their bodies. What he can do, though, is track down one that's still alive. Andy will probably skin them, but they're Imps. Who cares? Not Rex. They deserve it for doing this anyway.
So he pushes her to the ground, hard, and takes off at a sprint. ]
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But he's got to do something. He knows that the Imps' corpses are littering the floor, but he has no time to search their bodies. What he can do, though, is track down one that's still alive. Andy will probably skin them, but they're Imps. Who cares? Not Rex. They deserve it for doing this anyway.
So he pushes her to the ground, hard, and takes off at a sprint. ]