Boba had thought his trap would slow the trooper more. Maybe, he'd hoped, it would even knock him out or injure him enough that he'd have to give up the chase. Neither of those things happen. Instead, Boba has mere seconds before he hears those droid-like legs give chase once more and his heart drops as he realizes that, just like outside, he has no chance of outrunning the clone.

His father had always taught him that when you're in a bad situation that doesn't look like it's going to get any better, you run. And if running isn't an option? You fight to the last. So when Boba realizes that the clone is about to catch up to him, he doesn't keep running. Instead, he twists around at the last moment and braces for impact.

The tackle knocks Boba to the floor and his father's helmet off his head, and yet he still goes down swinging, fighting to punch, shove, or kick the trooper off him in spite of their difference in size and armor—even if all it gets him is bruised knuckles and knees. His now-exposed face is unmistakably that of a young clone, furious and scared as he still fights desperately to escape.