[ Miles manages a brief spike of alarm - Gregor, help - before the link dies entirely, cut off in an instant in much the same way LACKEY had done it. Even if Aral hadn't surprised and pinned Miles so thoroughly, he would be dizzied by the loss. Agonized, really, as those fresh roots he'd just been setting to rights get pulled back out again, raw and bleeding. No small matter is the sudden rush of pain back into his joints too, stolen back from whatever Gregor was bearing. He has to gasp for a startled moment, just recovering ...
And by then he's inside. Hell. Not even enough mobility to turn his head and see his attacker, though he can tell from the hands that he's dealing with someone much larger than him. (An important distinction, if Kitty really had seen "Lord Vorkosigan" show up. He grits his teeth and struggles like a wildcat, determined to make this as difficult as possible despite the disparity in weight and size. With an agonizing twist - and an audible crack of bone - he turns against Aral, levering his smaller body to get just loose enough to turn the hand still clutching his grandfather's dagger. He curses loudly and stabs downward at any body part within reach. ]
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And by then he's inside. Hell. Not even enough mobility to turn his head and see his attacker, though he can tell from the hands that he's dealing with someone much larger than him. (An important distinction, if Kitty really had seen "Lord Vorkosigan" show up. He grits his teeth and struggles like a wildcat, determined to make this as difficult as possible despite the disparity in weight and size. With an agonizing twist - and an audible crack of bone - he turns against Aral, levering his smaller body to get just loose enough to turn the hand still clutching his grandfather's dagger. He curses loudly and stabs downward at any body part within reach. ]