Jack does his best imitation of strangling to death. It is not a good imitation at all and he can't even thrash convincingly.
His pursuer slows to a halt. There's a scent; hours-old blood, in small amounts but quite strongly present. "My apologies, comrade! I didn't realize he was heading your way...oh! Yes, your comment, I am attempting alternate methods of encouragement. Citizen Jack here has thus far not been dissuaded by appeasement, direct violence, overwhelming force, or even getting tortured to death by a demon."
"So I thought I'd see how he reacts to realizing he's outclassed at his own job."
Jack's grating, phantasmal voice: If I wanted to be chased down by annoying wolves -
"Excuse me," his pursuer says. A leap (shoes leaving the road), and then impact; Jack's received a devastating kick to the ribs. Bone buckles, then breaks in greasy snaps; the wind goes out of Jack's dead lungs, and he screams.
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His pursuer slows to a halt. There's a scent; hours-old blood, in small amounts but quite strongly present. "My apologies, comrade! I didn't realize he was heading your way...oh! Yes, your comment, I am attempting alternate methods of encouragement. Citizen Jack here has thus far not been dissuaded by appeasement, direct violence, overwhelming force, or even getting tortured to death by a demon."
"So I thought I'd see how he reacts to realizing he's outclassed at his own job."
Jack's grating, phantasmal voice: If I wanted to be chased down by annoying wolves -
"Excuse me," his pursuer says. A leap (shoes leaving the road), and then impact; Jack's received a devastating kick to the ribs. Bone buckles, then breaks in greasy snaps; the wind goes out of Jack's dead lungs, and he screams.