The ice BURNS, the pain so intense it even penetrates the usual haze of pain that insulates Siffleur during the worst of these fights. He screams, high and shrill and furious, feeling his arm dying through the transformation. Frostbite in an flash.
It's impressive. He'll tell Jack that later.
He's operating on instinct though, every other part of him focused on living. Jack's got a solid grip on Siffleur frozen forearm and he knows in an instant what will happen if he pulls.
Siffleur pulls.
The forearm does not tear off of Siffleur's elbow. It shatters there at the bend, frozen bone and blood on both ends, sharp and jagged. Siffleur leaves Jack's hand full, and he brings his forearm forward, shoving the snapped bits of petrified flesh and bone straight into Jack's throat to finish the job he started.
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It's impressive. He'll tell Jack that later.
He's operating on instinct though, every other part of him focused on living. Jack's got a solid grip on Siffleur frozen forearm and he knows in an instant what will happen if he pulls.
Siffleur pulls.
The forearm does not tear off of Siffleur's elbow. It shatters there at the bend, frozen bone and blood on both ends, sharp and jagged. Siffleur leaves Jack's hand full, and he brings his forearm forward, shoving the snapped bits of petrified flesh and bone straight into Jack's throat to finish the job he started.
He's grinning right back at Jack as he does it.