[Sitting-- well. It doesn't sound good, but it does seem to be what's happening. Horatio's legs don't seem to be responding well to his mind's insistence that they continue to struggle him forward.
There aren't quite words for a moment like this. There's just a rough, guttural snarl of frustration to accompany the last ineffectual tug of not-quite-escaping.
Emil hasn't won. Horatio just needs to... sit for a few seconds before his next reckless attempt. Tactically speaking.]
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There aren't quite words for a moment like this. There's just a rough, guttural snarl of frustration to accompany the last ineffectual tug of not-quite-escaping.
Emil hasn't won. Horatio just needs to... sit for a few seconds before his next reckless attempt. Tactically speaking.]