[ His flailing lets up for a moment as he attempts to catch his breath, but then she begins to lean towards him and--- ]
[ There she goes - she's leaning in to bite his jugular, tear it out, serate it between her (flat at the moment) teeth. He starts struggling again, voice much hoarse than it was before. AR is finding it harder to move, his body starting to succumb to the exhaustion of his panic. He's nearly whimpering now as he attempts to push PM away. ]