[ fury is bubbling up in him, pooling hot and horrible in his belly like bile; he refuses to submit, to let this fool get the best of him, not when he was so close --
he struggles against the hands that wrap around his throat, tossing his head from side to side and letting out a rush of breath, frustrated and panicked. it's his turn to tense, to feel that fear, and he despises it.
snarling, he fists his hands in jaq's hair and pulls his face close, leaning up and to capture his lips, to bite until he tastes blood. ]