Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
The pain as teeth and jaw grazed his hand, as bone connected with bone and sent a ripple of agony up his arm, was enough to rip Aiden from his petrified world and back into the struggling world of still being alive. He choked as Vlad's grip tightened and bruised for that one long moment before letting go entirely, before Vlad suddenly rolled off him and left him free.
Still panicked but at least no longer on the brink of death, Aiden scrambled back and up, getting to his feet frantically even as he choked and coughed madly. For a while he staggered, hunched over and supporting himself on one of the mannequin-impaled stakes. Okay. He was still alive. That was a definite advantage. But he was also still unarmed, and now at the disadvantage of having trouble breathing. And his fist was bleeding a little, because those teeth were sharp.
Though that was what his other fist was for.
Once he'd caught his breath, Aiden grit his teeth and backed into the field of stakes, his eyes locked on Vlad and his hands feeling for anything weak enough to break off and stab with. He needed a weapon, and fast.