"MARTHA!" Jack yelled, rushing forward as he saw the Weevil lash out with its clawed fingers. He could see it all happening, but felt powerless to do anything to stop it. Jack tackled the creature to the ground and rolled with it, trying to put some more distance between them and Martha.
Maybe it had missed... maybe she'd moved in time. Jack grabbed hold of the Weevil's arms and struggled against the creature's strength, crying out in pain when the thing bit the side of his neck.