The wrench on his good arm does in fact yank Joe off-balance, and he lets go of Drake, nearly pitching forward to the ground. It's the second limb that stops him from falling, hitting the dirt before he can and levering him upright again.

Joe grabs at his other arm, trying in vain to get a grip on its oozing wrist. His focus has left Drake and Peter entirely. He's screaming, eye wide and mouth opening farther than it should as the words slur out in a shriek.

"I'll kill you! I'll rip you off! I'll bleed out on the sand!"