See? You give a guy an inch and he takes a mile. That human reservation of his finally pipes up in a very I fucking told you sort of way as he pitches sideways, torqued over by one of those snaky legs he'd originally been trying to keep Irahl from dragging up.

Suddenly he's on his back. It feels like the world keeps tumbling past him even though he's stopped moving. Surprise gives way to amazement as he realizes what's happened. It's not even a skill thing, he's just a big guy. Nobody ever flips him over.

Regardless of all the other feelings he may or may not have about his friend being on top of him, his instincts snap back to him a second later and he raises his only reliably-mobile arm to try and divert whatever violence is most assuredly about to come his way.