[These violent delights have violent—] Shit, [Jayce kicks out again, panic and repetition mutating the adrenaline surging his bloodstream. Slipping back onto his stomach, he crawls away, urging distance between himself and Silco's arching form.
Spitting out his own blood, torn and breathing cold, sharp air, he steadies himself. Facing Silco again, crouched and wound tight to spring up. Something presses his tongue:]
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Spitting out his own blood, torn and breathing cold, sharp air, he steadies himself. Facing Silco again, crouched and wound tight to spring up. Something presses his tongue:]
What is this place?