Quin caught Roger's knee squarely with his face, letting no knee escape the forceful centripetal momentum his face had gained from the somersault.

The irreducible shock of solid kneecap bludgeoning Quin's facial features, prominently his oversized nose, sent him quickly into a delirium as he flopped on the ground like an exposed earthworm, struggling to get to his feet. His front and upper few teeth ripped from their roots and mauled the back of his throat as their decapitated nerves frantically dumped raw blood into the tongue.

"Ha-ha! Couldn't evade my Navy Seal Tactical Roll?" Mid sentence, blood profusely spurted from his flared nostrils in timely pulsations that erupted with each word thereafter. The rest of the blood rolled down Quin's nasal cavity into the back of his throat and with heavy gulps, Quin tried to choke it down casually as though his mouth wasn't gushing with blood and broken teeth.

Quin, with sudden and unexpected vigor, crawled between Roger's legs, who seemed to almost be curiously letting Quin through. Stopping briefly only to speckle the ground with a wheezing cough of blood, he successfully made it to Roger's backside, marking his accomplishment with yet another vomited puree of blood and tooth. Think you're winning, Roger? Is that it, Roger? You didn't even stop me! You know why, Roger? Cuz you can't. You can't stop meh! And with that (his empowering monologue), he launched off his feet and onto Roger's back, simultaneously gagging on the thick blood that drained down his esophagus and began uncontrollably hacking like a cat valiantly battling a hairball. His legs now wound tightly around Roger and his hands clenched into Roger's shoulders as Quin fought the gagging ferociously, coughing up blood onto Roger's back and throttling his head around irrepressibly as the coughing continued.