James howled in agony as the barbed talon slid through his flesh and then gripped in place, lacerating muscle and forcing apart the radius and ulna. His pistol fell with a soft thud and the rush of adrenaline flooded through his body. He twisted his relatively uninjured arm while pulling it down, combining his own ferocious strength with the techniques he had learned from the beginning of his martial arts training to escape the grip on his wrist. The movement was instinctive and beyond this he flailed helplessly, the pain all but overwhelming his higher faculties.
OOC: By the way, while I once compared James to a scaled down Albert Wesker, not all of his traits were enhanced equally. His speed was the least affected, making him roughly as fast as an average Olympic athlete. His reflexes, vision and healing are better than any human, while his brute strength was the most affected, so I suppose he would be about two thirds as strong as a Space Marine.
