Gratifying as puncturing flesh and muscle was, it wasn't enough, so Blood put as much of his weight into it as he could after connecting, twisting and grinding his shoulder deeper into the other man. This left Blood wide open for a retaliatory headbutt which hit him hard, and at just the right angle to jostle his helmet looser than he would have liked; leaving his visor akimbo on the bridge of his nose, ringing in his ears and stars in his vision.

He grunts and attempts to half-flail, half-slap at the Captain's face.