*doesn't quite realize he's outside the car and hitting the cold ground until the wind is knocked out of him a second time* *has time to think my god it's strong—stronger than any human, not that this comes as any surprise*
*squints into the guttering lamplight to make out your shadowy shape and growls, spitting mad and a little bit crazed (and knowing just from the grip on his arm that he might easily die right here)* Come on, then. I won't make it easy for you.
*grips your other arm(? arm.) and pulls as hard as he can in an attempt to topple you, thinking nonsensically Melly, I am getting too old for this shit.