It was time for him to leave. Definitely.
For the fraction of a second, he let his eyes flicker towards the door.
Like a flash, his giant foe lunged for him. Before he could duck or dodge, he was jammed back against the wall. Great hands shoved at his chest, pinning him.
Desperately, Burke tried to strike back.
His reach was too short. He couldn't land a blow.
Now a vacuous smirk wreathed the microcephalic's loose-lipped face. The tiny eyes shone with delight.
There was no change in the octopod's baleful glare.
Now the giant pushed harder ... harder....
Burke felt his ribs begin to give. He swung his arms wildly, clutching in a frenzy for something—anything—
His hand touched an oil-jar. He clawed it to him.