Galliard has a fraction of a second when he realises Reiner is trying to pull him backwards. Is he trying to protect him? Protect another titan shifter from a human? If the situation weren't so tense and Galliard not already so riled up, he'd be touched. It's an unnecessary gesture, but a touching one nonetheless.
But then Reiner topples over backwards, and Galliard goes down with him, dragging Marco to the floor too. Marco hits the floor fighting, Reiner hits the floor like a goddamn felled tree, and woe to both of them, because this? This right here? This is where Galliard shines. Grappling with a bigger, heavier opponent on the ground? Raise your hand if you grew up as the little brother and did this shit all. The damn. TIME.
He lands on his back, with Marco crashing down on top of him, but Galliard is twisting as soon as he touches the ground. He gets a leg up against Marco's side and shoves him off, rolling off Reiner after him (and sorry not sorry for any elbows that get slammed into Reiner's chest in the process). With Marco rolled and on his back, Galliard follows the motion of his leg to slam down across Marco's midsection, straddling him.
"ENOUGH!"
This is fucking ridiculous. He didn't come here to get sandwiched in a brawl! He's caught enough of what they've yelled at each other to realise they know each other, and apparently weren't friends. But they're both acting like enormous assholes right now, and Galliard has had enough of it. He's had so much of it, in fact, that he doesn't even notice that his hair has burst into flames.
"MARCO! SETTLE DOWN!"
He grips Marco's shirt collar with both hands and lifts him a few inches off the floor before slamming him back down.
"You can't hurt him! He'll just heal!"
He keeps Marco's shirt fisted in one hand, but then reaches over him to aim a punch at Reiner. Reiner is too far away for Galliard to reach his jaw, but his stomach is still in play, and Galliard socks him one in the gut.
"AND YOU! Get your head in the game! I NEED YOUR HELP HERE AND YOU'RE NOT HELPING!"
I am nothing if not always in it for the most hilarious option
But then Reiner topples over backwards, and Galliard goes down with him, dragging Marco to the floor too. Marco hits the floor fighting, Reiner hits the floor like a goddamn felled tree, and woe to both of them, because this? This right here? This is where Galliard shines. Grappling with a bigger, heavier opponent on the ground? Raise your hand if you grew up as the little brother and did this shit all. The damn. TIME.
He lands on his back, with Marco crashing down on top of him, but Galliard is twisting as soon as he touches the ground. He gets a leg up against Marco's side and shoves him off, rolling off Reiner after him (and sorry not sorry for any elbows that get slammed into Reiner's chest in the process). With Marco rolled and on his back, Galliard follows the motion of his leg to slam down across Marco's midsection, straddling him.
"ENOUGH!"
This is fucking ridiculous. He didn't come here to get sandwiched in a brawl! He's caught enough of what they've yelled at each other to realise they know each other, and apparently weren't friends. But they're both acting like enormous assholes right now, and Galliard has had enough of it. He's had so much of it, in fact, that he doesn't even notice that his hair has burst into flames.
"MARCO! SETTLE DOWN!"
He grips Marco's shirt collar with both hands and lifts him a few inches off the floor before slamming him back down.
"You can't hurt him! He'll just heal!"
He keeps Marco's shirt fisted in one hand, but then reaches over him to aim a punch at Reiner. Reiner is too far away for Galliard to reach his jaw, but his stomach is still in play, and Galliard socks him one in the gut.
"AND YOU! Get your head in the game! I NEED YOUR HELP HERE AND YOU'RE NOT HELPING!"