Big Salmon Lake i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory

Splish, splash. The water hit Verx's eyes and he squeezed them shut, inhaling blood and snot. Fuckin' hell. The boy was slippery, he'd give him that, and he was aiming some pretty good blows here and there, even just missing the place where Caiaphas had gone for before. He was alive, but his strength was waning; the famine had taken its toll on even his impressive musculature.

And then, before he knew it, his jaws were empty -- the demon had worked himself free. In a slight panic, Vercingetorix opened his eyes (they stung, badly) and tried to find purchase elsewhere. . .perhaps upon the skinny neck. In rearing up, he left his belly vulnerable, though he thought he might be able to seize his opponent again before it became a factor.

Just one bite to the spine, he thought, and it would be over. This evil fuck would be dead and gone, and not a bother anymore.