He's groaning in pain beneath that weight, his cries caught behind clenched teeth as the first rib goes. But when those enormous teeth rip into him, his mouth parts wide to let out an anguished scream so loud it sends birds into the air somewhere deeper in the forest.

His pained screaming starts low and climbs the scale until he can barely push the sound out at all. His arm! His fucking arm!! There's nothing that can save him from feeling every excruciating moment of bone bopping and flesh ripping. One last jerk in the beast's jaws and he's forever imprinted with the sight of his own arm flying away from his body.

"O-oh, G-God..." He murmurs with numb lips. His face is a bloodless white, all of it is draining from that wound in his arm now. The world is darkening at the edges of his vision and his breath comes in short, ragged gasps. He can feel reality going soft all around him, fuzzy as he slips away into a semi-conscious state.