>Approach one, and pose to elbow drop on it.
>"Let her go, because I'm the best when it comes to falling down on things!"
>You look for a bag nearest to you, then start slowly propelling yourself toward it in a sluggish manner by dragging your forearms and shins against the dirt. After reaching your destination, you pose over the bag with the intention of breaking its contents by dropping your body weight on it. You probably wouldn't act this defiantly if this was somebody you recognized as stronger than you, but you can't feel any shred of respect towards this man who is clearly just taking advantage of your injured state to humiliate you and Luna, as if your misery wasn't enough of a punishment in itself.
>You vocalize another weak-voiced threat aimed at the man, again with great difficulty. If you weren't so filled with indignation right now, you don't know if you'd have the strength to even attempt to say anything with these busted up lungs. Luna's eyes widen as the man pulls her head closer to his torso while slightly tightening his hold on her neck.
>"Nooo! Sunny, don't! Pleeease!", Luna shrieks, trying to push away the man's right arm off her neck in panic.
>"Either you bring that bag to me like a good girl, or I'll snap your little friend's neck and then decorate the road with your teeth. Your choice!", says the man. You think his patience with you is starting to wear thin.
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