[Mello hisses and jerks back but it's too late. He knew instigating B would get this reaction but the vice like strength of B's grip, the uncompromising power of it shocks him. He remembered B was strong but he'd forgotten just how strong. He's underestimated B's physical prowess and now he's going to pay for it. His gun, the only gun he has with him in this Hell hole (the only gun he has in the Author's reality, period) falls into the snow. Mello struggles against B, trying to break his grip. Mello's dominant hand was pinned behind him, his is back bent and strained. B's protecting himself from Mello's free hand and the way B is pushing him Mello can't even move his legs without overbalancing. Struggling isn't helping either, B's grip is just getting tighter until Mello's afraid his wrist will break.]
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Shit!