The smell of blood is invigorating, his own, and even the foul ichor of the demons. Fangs and claws sink only slightly into the dense flesh, leaving their mark, but mostly little more. He flings away those clinging most tightly, grabbing one by the throat with his left hand to choke the life from it, and grabs another to use as a missile against its fellows with the other hand.
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