Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-25686329-20150319210137

He leaned the entire weight of his body forward, desparately trying to clamp his jaws down. He managed two or three snaps, each getting progressively closer, but Jane had a more solid center of gravity and bracing than he gave her credit for. She was holding him back with incredibly... well, good form.

He mentally promised himself that Pan or Grimm would be the ONLY thing that could legitimately stop the fight...

He growled, hook still twisted in his bottom jaw.

"Yer net theh onleh one who can deh that...!" He bellowed, words obscured by the weapon in his mouth. He lifted the claw arm and wedged it into the fabric of Jane's shirt, allowing him a little grapple leverage.