[ jayce feels more discomfort and pain in his leg than the actual ripping of his arm and side, staggering, and becoming an easy target to fall if pushed. his blood is acrid, almost searing, vile and unlike commonblood— probably an exotic pop that his magical decay provides. his chest and torso beneath clothes and bandages is already open, there's no sternum, he's missing some ribs— but getting closer to that has jayce throw his head into the affected side to skewer the demon with a defying shout. antler bone pierces weakened hide and tears upward. with flesh pried, blood smells hot and inviting; jayce digs his jaws in to meat like a starving man and squeezes until the muscle ushers sweet iron down his throat.
his golden amber eyes glow a ghastly ice blue; his near dead pulse quickens, he goes hot— his eyes nearly roll as he swallows a second time. his wounds regenerate rapidly around the demon's own snapping fangs, and the cervid's strength instantly tripples to properly match his meal.
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his golden amber eyes glow a ghastly ice blue; his near dead pulse quickens, he goes hot— his eyes nearly roll as he swallows a second time. his wounds regenerate rapidly around the demon's own snapping fangs, and the cervid's strength instantly tripples to properly match his meal.
now they're even. ]