The hands gripped tighter around Peter’s throat, squeezing his esophagus to block the flow of air. He tried to kick up with his knee, but it was a futile attempt to fight back and all he achieved was to be thrown down to the floor.
His head hit the ground first and that took more of the fight out of him.
Black clouds began to form at the corners of his vision while unconsciousness was creeping up to take him.
Peter released his grip and let his hands fall to his side.
This was definitely more fun with two people.