[Tries to scramble out from under him. No good. Can't manage it.]
[He continues flailing with his legs as Spain tries to grab at them, except now he reaches up and back instead of hitting at him, scrambling to grab at something - the gun, anything.]
[He finds purchase, latching onto one of the cafe chairs as Spain finally manages to grab at him, and as he grits his teeth to keep from crying out he sweeps it over and down, aiming at his head. Let go.]
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[He continues flailing with his legs as Spain tries to grab at them, except now he reaches up and back instead of hitting at him, scrambling to grab at something - the gun, anything.]
[He finds purchase, latching onto one of the cafe chairs as Spain finally manages to grab at him, and as he grits his teeth to keep from crying out he sweeps it over and down, aiming at his head. Let go.]