[ The sound of the door nearly erupting startles Jayce more than his attacker, whose hand remain locked around his throat despite his attempts to pry its fingers away. Its single gold eye tracks Viktor, there's something nauseating about how real its movement looks with the unnatural way its head lolls after Jayce wrenched it back.
Dread echoes between them. He tries to grab hold of whatever part of Viktor he can reach as he attempts to get between them. Jayce kicks the hitchhiker square in the chest to force it back. It hits the opposite wall, falls to the floor to another burst of nausea and pain from Jayce, something in that split second of watching it look broken on the ground, the profile of Viktor's real face in the dark - ]
- I'll lead it away. [ Quickly, in a hoarse voice, trying desperately not to descend into a coughing fit and only half succeeding. His throat is dark red and beginning to bruise.
If it wants him, he can get it away from the motel. And while Viktor can't attack it himself - Jayce's attention shifts to the corner where the homemade, one time use flamethrower they rigged up is half hidden behind a shabby dresser. ]
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Dread echoes between them. He tries to grab hold of whatever part of Viktor he can reach as he attempts to get between them. Jayce kicks the hitchhiker square in the chest to force it back. It hits the opposite wall, falls to the floor to another burst of nausea and pain from Jayce, something in that split second of watching it look broken on the ground, the profile of Viktor's real face in the dark - ]
- I'll lead it away. [ Quickly, in a hoarse voice, trying desperately not to descend into a coughing fit and only half succeeding. His throat is dark red and beginning to bruise.
If it wants him, he can get it away from the motel. And while Viktor can't attack it himself - Jayce's attention shifts to the corner where the homemade, one time use flamethrower they rigged up is half hidden behind a shabby dresser. ]