Anita stubbornly refuses to let go of Damian's arm, and when he shifts to throw her into the wall again, she sets her feet, twists his momentum, and sends him crashing into it instead, hard enough to break the plaster.
It's not Damian that turns, snarling at her. Everything human and rational in him boils away as he drives Anita to the floor. Without the marks from Jean-Claude giving her that little extra burst of speed and resistance, he'd have torn her throat out. Fortunately, she has enough time to get a hand around his throat and one against his chest. His teeth snap at her as he bears down on her arm, slowly buckling it with the sheer brute force of his body weight.
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Date: 2009-10-02 09:25 pm (UTC)It's not Damian that turns, snarling at her. Everything human and rational in him boils away as he drives Anita to the floor. Without the marks from Jean-Claude giving her that little extra burst of speed and resistance, he'd have torn her throat out. Fortunately, she has enough time to get a hand around his throat and one against his chest. His teeth snap at her as he bears down on her arm, slowly buckling it with the sheer brute force of his body weight.