[The reach, the grab, the yank -- it all comes right when Koby's rational mind is starting to catch up, starting to register that no, it's not a good idea to antagonize a Warlord of the Seas in the middle of an active crisis. But what's done is done, and Koby is jerked up, to his feet and then clear off them with a sharp gasp, hands coming up to grip at Mihawk's (incredibly thick, powerful, deadly) wrist.

His head reels, the barely-clotted gash across one temple throbbing and sending Koby's vision starry and jittering. There's an urge to throw up, to pass out, to burst into tears, but he manages not to do any of those. Instead he swallows hard, lifts his chin and meets Mihawk's steely golden gaze.]

You're bleeding. We don't know anything about this place, it's better not to attempt to navigate it while injured. Don't you think?