[i]Zande's punch would be subconsciously redirected by the suggestion of Rules Snake, his bony right fist shooting towards Tanya's right hand instead of her neck. If he had good footing and could have put his legs behind it, the punch might've broken both her hand and face together. As things stood, however, the blow only had momentum from his upper body and would probably just smack into her mitt and cause the back of her hand to crash into her face, possibly breaking her nose shortly before the fist opened to latch upon her hand with a brutal squeeze. Zande puzzled over what had pressed him to change his aim, but not for long. Not after seeing his opponent reach behind her back for something. The power of the Rules Snake echoed again through his mind, compelling him. He hadn't words in his head, only raw will. And the will of Zande, loud and clear, stated this: "Use no weapon..."

Since Tanya had both arms available for use, Zande probably wouldn't be able to get her into the intended triangle choke. With these new developments, he'd vie for a simpler tactic; falling backwards and dragging her down on top of himself by her hair, at the same time trying to wrap both legs around her waist. If this occurred, then once they had fallen he'd try to yank her right hand away from her head with his own before leaning in, rancid jaws agape. Sweet Christ on his throne. He wanted to shred her eyes to ribbons with his teeth. Grind her nose to mush. Tear off her lips and disengage her ears from her skull. He was assaulting human reality itself, the illusion that you won't encounter people in life who will maul you like an ape, mercilessly. Such things could be heard about happening on the other side of the world, always to someone else, someone you didn't truly care about. Things that shatter lives, ruin dreams. Within that pitch-black maw, no dreams could survive. If Tanya was unable to keep the madman from pressing his sweaty mug against hers, the brutal steel of his mask as cold as the dark side of life many try to ignore, then no amount of surgery on the planet would help her look pretty again. She would end up as the sort of thing children cry at, and at which grown men shudder.[/i]