A dozen teeth sink deep into the flesh, leaving a nightmare bite mark not welcome at any dentist's office. But before his jaws can start to fully close and threaten to break bones along with tearing flesh, there is a sudden stop to his thoughts as they are forcibly interrupted by cold hard steel.

The body spasms, teeth tearing at the flesh instead of sinking in deeper, and his weight barrels forward on her, the chimera of Siffleur collapsing along with his synapses. Breath leaves his lungs last, his heart stopping it's functions as his brain no longer sends the constantly invisible signal to function, and then all there's left is a still-warm corpse with a pool of blood leaking out from underneath it.

It's a good death. Siffleur isn't here to appreciate it, but once he wakes up in the morning, he will consider it an excellent (if somewhat unfair) fight.