[McCoy clenched his jaw, the anger in his face draining as he forced himself relax. He held that for several moments, long enough to seem like he had given up under the taunts. He took one more long breath before jerking to the side with all the strength he could muster to try and throw Kirk off.

His rolled on his injured arm, leaving his unwounded hand to try and tackle Jim back, going for the phaser at his belt.]