Hinnom started moving as soon as Pheres was free, and so he's hurrying after the wriggler when his world goes abruptly off-balance. There's a hand on his horn. There's a hand on his fucking horn.

He hisses at Riccin, showing his teeth, and jerks his head, hard. "Get off of me," he demands, and then again: "Right now!"

He doesn't have the weight to out and out wrest free. But he does have one thing on his side, and that's agitation. Drowsing had reduced the sparks to essentially glitter on the base of his horns, shiny but harmless, but the abrupt spike of aggression starts them up again, and he forces them stronger, pushing at his aura until his head is ringing and the air is crackling.

He can't jump, not with a hand on his horn, but he can burn the hell out of their hand.