Somewhere inside, Jack feels something like guilt for the stump of Siffleur's arm.
More immediately and literally, he feels the jagged, solidly frozen stump of Siffleur's arm slam into his throat.
A horrible, gurgling noise comes out of Jack, mostly involuntary. Blood spurts from his neck and his mouth, the wound is jagged and clumsy even with the help of an unnaturally frozen edge. But Jack can feel it starting, the pain throbbing through the adrenaline and the numbness lapping in at his extremities. A feeling not quite like floating, full-body lightheadedness, his pulse pounding through his ears, working harder and harder with what little he has.
He's already holding Siffleur's arm, technically, but his other hand moves, clumsily tries to find some part of him in reach. His hand, absent of any plasmids, just holds on.
cw: death/violence was already in effect but doubly so here and for the next few tags
More immediately and literally, he feels the jagged, solidly frozen stump of Siffleur's arm slam into his throat.
A horrible, gurgling noise comes out of Jack, mostly involuntary. Blood spurts from his neck and his mouth, the wound is jagged and clumsy even with the help of an unnaturally frozen edge. But Jack can feel it starting, the pain throbbing through the adrenaline and the numbness lapping in at his extremities. A feeling not quite like floating, full-body lightheadedness, his pulse pounding through his ears, working harder and harder with what little he has.
He's already holding Siffleur's arm, technically, but his other hand moves, clumsily tries to find some part of him in reach. His hand, absent of any plasmids, just holds on.