Sweet That Rid No Teeth

The pressure was building, fear was forming, and a shocked feeling was stretching his jaw open, and wide enough in fact that it looked falling over off that sweating face of his as his fight-or-flight response was triggered even more intense than before…

…yet to flight he could not, for the precious tendons had been torn apart making them useless to carry him away with godspeed; whereas to fight… well, let's just say… it was easier for him to flight despite his condition rather than to fight. For it was no doubt an impossible task to fight back against a force that blew his mind away… against someone who just casually blew away the bloody mist that supposed to be 'All-Melting' – and with only one swing on top of that…