[The deathclaw's roaring easily drowns out the sound of Bigby's own groans. Not that Gren would care that he's probably got a broken rib now; and, frankly, Bigby doesn't really either. His bones always healed fast enough. But he still has to get up, and so he rolls onto his side to push onto one elbow, and looks up in time to see the troll's fist come down on the dinosaur's head. It's a damn good crack, that sets the deathclaw off screaming again, and he's in the perfect vantage point to see its back legs digging long gouges in the ground as it flails for purchase.
Bigby more or less flops onto his stomach and scrabbles towards it, and manages to grab it by the tail. He gets yanked up and his ribs protest quite loudly, but he manages to dig his own heels in and yank back. It doesn't do much, but it should at least stop it from advancing.]
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Bigby more or less flops onto his stomach and scrabbles towards it, and manages to grab it by the tail. He gets yanked up and his ribs protest quite loudly, but he manages to dig his own heels in and yank back. It doesn't do much, but it should at least stop it from advancing.]