[ the worst part about this is that jayce does have a hold of himself. he's not exactly feral in mind, just ravished by anger and the will to survive— seeing red. snapping down harshly on heat only to be forcibly thrusted with so much effort that he's torn right off, sinew ripping down to strings that threaten to freeze up being snapped too thin. jayce's balance is thrown off, his leg easily falling victim to a false step that flares his nerves and jostles the wrongly set bone. with his mouth full, he yelps and buckles to the floor in his stagger, stretching his leg out and grasping at his thigh to keep from falling. the brace's bending mechanism fails to click, groans; the cold does not take kindly to it. he can't bend it. the cogs are frozen.
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jayce swallows near instantly and yells: ]
Serph!