He gets to see it-- he wrinkles his nose for the pink-yellow-gray effluvia that gets hurled wetly out onto the snow, stinking in the cold air--
The wolf is still coming. Jason thinks of spells but the only words that come to mind are Gone, gone...
Does he have time to finish the chant? He calculates that in the frozen time of a crisis, parts his mouth to speak but--
--it proves unnecessary. Bones lunge and snap together like the Red Sea closing, a thousand bleached, sharp shards coming together and then doing an impressive imitation of a wood chipper.
Everything gets spattered. The snow is... sprayed... with bits too small to accurately describe as chunks. Jason at least snaps his eyes and mouth shut before the first particles of meat hit.
Plip-plip-plip is the sound of hundreds of wet, organic bits raining down on the snow.
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He gets to see it-- he wrinkles his nose for the pink-yellow-gray effluvia that gets hurled wetly out onto the snow, stinking in the cold air--
The wolf is still coming. Jason thinks of spells but the only words that come to mind are Gone, gone...
Does he have time to finish the chant? He calculates that in the frozen time of a crisis, parts his mouth to speak but--
--it proves unnecessary. Bones lunge and snap together like the Red Sea closing, a thousand bleached, sharp shards coming together and then doing an impressive imitation of a wood chipper.
Everything gets spattered. The snow is... sprayed... with bits too small to accurately describe as chunks. Jason at least snaps his eyes and mouth shut before the first particles of meat hit.
Plip-plip-plip is the sound of hundreds of wet, organic bits raining down on the snow.
He opens his eyes several seconds later.
"....thank you, I suppose."