Kvothe felt the hand grab at the back of his shirt and another land on his leg and it only made him try to move faster, however his leg suddenly seemed frozen in place. He would have gone sprawling had the girl not suddenly grabbed him, but the restraint was also what abruptly sent him into a blind panic. He struggled, fighting like a cornered alleycat, he'd kick, scratch or bite if he could free himself enough to do so. He was stronger than he looked, but with the damage to his hand and the lingering disorientation of the drugs he probably wasn't as effective as he'd hoped to be.

The frantic movement only made the pain from his hand worse and couldn't be doing anything good for the broken bones in it, but at the moment all his thoughts narrowed down to getting away from the person holding him. Being held down only led to worse things.