[Gren skids to a halt when he hears the two-car pileup going on behind him. Bigby... tripped the fucking deathclaw or something, there's just a pile of confused murderlizard on the floor, having a hard time sorting out its own limbs because it just took an unexpected nosedive.]
[This is what the kids would call an attack of opportunity.]
[Gren sees an opening, and he knows if he doesn't take it, this thing is just going to get up and start chasing his ass again. It's only got to be lucky once, and even if death doesn't mean much around here, he's not real eager to repeat the experience.]
[While the thing is still down, Gren charges back and raises his fist; he plunges it down into the relatively weak bones of the eye socket and hears something go crunch. Blood flies.]
[He keeps hitting and doesn't give it the chance to get back up.]
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[This is what the kids would call an attack of opportunity.]
[Gren sees an opening, and he knows if he doesn't take it, this thing is just going to get up and start chasing his ass again. It's only got to be lucky once, and even if death doesn't mean much around here, he's not real eager to repeat the experience.]
[While the thing is still down, Gren charges back and raises his fist; he plunges it down into the relatively weak bones of the eye socket and hears something go crunch. Blood flies.]
[He keeps hitting and doesn't give it the chance to get back up.]