"You don't know what you're --!" Andrew's shout is cut off as the Master's hand more or less materializes in front of him and he's forced to put on the brakes. Turning on a dime -- or rather less than a dime, given his current size -- he skids on the loose dirt as he tries to circle back the other way, painfully aware that he's still between the Master's hands as he struggles to gain traction and dart off in another direction.