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Trying to escape her jaws by jumping up didn't help, and so Cicero decided to do two things to try and get her off. His mismatched eyes squinted at the pain, but he was driven by adrenaline and survival; and while there were few things that he cared for, his legs — his freedom — were one of the few. Cicero dropped himself sideways to the ground so that there was less pressure on his legs, avoiding getting his bones crushed — though he thought, unsure if he imagined it, that he heard something snap as her teeth dug into not just his flesh but the underlying muscles, too, with a force that proved once more the strength fear brought to the table — and at the same time his teeth snapped forward, trying to grab hold of anything he could, but specifically anything sensitive, like an ear, a lip or even an eye.

If Cicero would succeed in making her let go of his leg to save her face, he would throw himself to the ground, tail tucked out of irrational fear and trying to keep his legs and throat safe, so that the only things left for her to take would be shallow enough for him to get over.