Northstar Vale plenty of folk want our kind dead

the pain was immense. blood sheeted down all sides of his face. her movements were knowing and quick, but damn if he didn't want to holler a little.
to his credit, briggs remained still through the entire ordeal, though his jaw near ached from tensing so hard. if his eyes were wet, it wouldn't be clear under all the blood.
a single sound escaped colt as she cut: the strangled, swallowed hiss of pain that came out as a snort through his nostrils.
he shut his eyes again.