[Flandre's face burned; her lungs were both heavy and stung with each breath, and there was probably another bullet lodged somewhere in her abdomen; too many things just hurt.
But not everything. The vampire reaches up, grasping his shoulders--and then snaps her head forwards, air whistling between her now-exposed teeth as her jaws sought to snap down on something, anything--and then grip and crunch like a vise.]
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But not everything. The vampire reaches up, grasping his shoulders--and then snaps her head forwards, air whistling between her now-exposed teeth as her jaws sought to snap down on something, anything--and then grip and crunch like a vise.]