The man, no, monster, was much stronger than his thin and effeminate frame would make it appear.
He went in for the kill, straight to the neck.
But, the second he broke the skin, he knew something was not quite right. It wasn't flesh he pierced, but some sort of... plastic, or metal? The fluid inside was not blood. He didn't know what it was, but it tasted like shit. He growled and removed himself from Freya, tossing her aside like a ragdoll.