Then it was that I went mad.

Caution was thrown to the winds; forgotten was the will to live of my flesh.

Even as Red-Eye roared, from behind I dashed upon him.
So unexpected was my charge that I knocked him off his feet.

I twined my arms and legs around him and strove to hold him down.

This would have been impossible to accomplish had he not held tightly with one hand to the Swift One's hair.
Encouraged by my conduct, Big-Face became a sudden ally.