[ wasn't expecting that, and it connects-- so clean and so hard; it, combined with piter's erratic movements? kills any sense of momentum jaq has and causes him to fall to the side, landing on the freshly wounded shoulder.
head throbbing and everything seemingly aching, jaq groans wordlessly-- fingers still tight, so tight around the hilt of his dagger, stunner laying beside piter's head where it fell.
even though his breath is ragged, blood slicking against his neck and his arm and chest-- he smiles. laughs, even. waves and waves of chuckles bubbling and spilling from his lips-- voice quiet, a coarse whisper: ] Too good, this is too good --