[ Attackers and attack targets are whisked off in pairs to their own part of the restaurant, just the two of them. Two enter, but only one may leave! ]
and then she's just going to go in for another bite and remembering somewhere in the back of her head that she was supposed to be making this quick she goes for his torso, aiming to take as big a chunk out of him as she can ]
[to say he struggles would be a somewhat mischaracterization of raw, insane
violence, which has merely been beaten down and overwhelmed, while the
noises coming out of him no longer sound like a laugh, there's no doubt
that's what it is, something staccato yet raspy.
The bite in his chest mostly puts an end to that though, just becoming
quiet gurgles as blood is forced up his esophagus, and soon he's really
just a twisting mess. It does not look particularly cool at all.]
She hungrily tears at him, though. Frenzied, even letting the fluid dripping from her neck and head drip onto him before each bite. It's her turn to laugh, though it's not really distinguishable from the earlier grinding noises except in that it pulses with the same inflection that would be expected from a laugh. She tears and tears and crushes and pulverizes until there's hardly anything left, the noise somehow not stopping even as she swallows pound after pound of flesh.
When it's all done, her head and limbs retract back into the house, which sits there as the grinding tapers off into silence, processing what it's just consumed. ]
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Re: ROUND 1
[he tries to hold onto the knife, and manages to yank it out, but it's dropped a moment later when the mouth closes over his wrist and begins to tear
he's jerked around aggressively and is too low on blood, crazy, and damaged to really start to recover for the next attack]
Re: ROUND 1
good shit
and then she's just going to go in for another bite and remembering somewhere in the back of her head that she was supposed to be making this quick she goes for his torso, aiming to take as big a chunk out of him as she can ]
Re: ROUND 1
[to say he struggles would be a somewhat mischaracterization of raw, insane violence, which has merely been beaten down and overwhelmed, while the noises coming out of him no longer sound like a laugh, there's no doubt that's what it is, something staccato yet raspy.
The bite in his chest mostly puts an end to that though, just becoming quiet gurgles as blood is forced up his esophagus, and soon he's really just a twisting mess. It does not look particularly cool at all.]
Re: ROUND 1
She hungrily tears at him, though. Frenzied, even letting the fluid dripping from her neck and head drip onto him before each bite. It's her turn to laugh, though it's not really distinguishable from the earlier grinding noises except in that it pulses with the same inflection that would be expected from a laugh. She tears and tears and crushes and pulverizes until there's hardly anything left, the noise somehow not stopping even as she swallows pound after pound of flesh.
When it's all done, her head and limbs retract back into the house, which sits there as the grinding tapers off into silence, processing what it's just consumed. ]