[No answer. Hiro's not sure what he expected, honestly. Regardless, he's just about reached the limits of his courage, and running seems like the best option right now - which he does. Only to be stopped short by cold metal snagging one of his ankles and tripping him up, sending him to the floor again with a yelp.
His first instinct is blind panic, but he crushes that because he can't, not now, not when he got himself into this mess. Okay, Hiro, think. You're on your own. Nobody's coming to snatch you up on a scooter and bail you out.
He rolls over and he throws the wrench. Again. Only this time his aim is better and there's nothing in the way to stop it.]
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His first instinct is blind panic, but he crushes that because he can't, not now, not when he got himself into this mess. Okay, Hiro, think. You're on your own. Nobody's coming to snatch you up on a scooter and bail you out.
He rolls over and he throws the wrench. Again. Only this time his aim is better and there's nothing in the way to stop it.]