[In his mind, McCoy can see himself cramming one of these trilobites into a sealing container and beaming the hell out to safely poke and prod at it in the medical labs of a starship well out of the swarm's reach. Oh, how nice that would be.
The doctor doesn't have a tactical mind, he isn't thinking what the best option in. Bucky will find he's just pressing back against a looming bone, not stopping to think of whether the trilobites will just crawl down that to get to him. Yeah, there's nervous sweating. But he does at least manage to kick at critters to try keeping them from getting too close.]
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The doctor doesn't have a tactical mind, he isn't thinking what the best option in. Bucky will find he's just pressing back against a looming bone, not stopping to think of whether the trilobites will just crawl down that to get to him. Yeah, there's nervous sweating. But he does at least manage to kick at critters to try keeping them from getting too close.]
Where's a damn phaser when you need one?