[damn. well, she gave it all she had. sucks that being a Reaper didn't come with like super-strength or something, but other than that, she's just a normal eighteen year old girl with no real self-defense skills.
he's let go of her throat, which is good. buuuuuut, he's grabbed her arm, which is likely not good. she immediately tries to squirm away, but he's just plain too strong for her.
the arm comes off with a sickening, wet sort of tearing sound. but there's no spray of blood. instead, it sort of . . . leaks out of her and what does leak out is dark red and sort of congealed.
she has to stare for a moment, at where her arm used to be and where it currently is, in Peter's hands.
no subject
he's let go of her throat, which is good. buuuuuut, he's grabbed her arm, which is likely not good. she immediately tries to squirm away, but he's just plain too strong for her.
the arm comes off with a sickening, wet sort of tearing sound. but there's no spray of blood. instead, it sort of . . . leaks out of her and what does leak out is dark red and sort of congealed.
she has to stare for a moment, at where her arm used to be and where it currently is, in Peter's hands.
it takes a moment for the reality to sink in.
then she screeches] Seriously?! What the fuck?