[ he's breathing heavily, twisting underneath jaq, still jerking and convulsing a bit but maintaining a deathgrip on his knife. he expells a heavy breath as the dagger in his shoulder is twisted -- how vicious, how wonderful -- and then that whisper is driving him mad -- he wants to hurt now, he wants to feel blood gushing, bones cracking. he slashes with his knife again, struggling to gain dominance and shove jaq below him, smack the back of his skull to the ground in what would hopefully be a disorienting blow, and he whispers -- ]