Fives stares up at the creature and then wrenches at his arm, trying to rip it out of the beast's mouth at the same time that he reaches up with the other hand to try and grab it by the scruff and toss it away. He doesn't care about the numbness or the pins and needles, he doesn't care that the beast feels infinitely heavier than it has any right to be, he just cares about his goal.

"Let me kriffing go," he snarls at it.