Dorian gasped as the giants hands clenched around his throat. The smile never leaving his lips as he croaked,<strong>"Jealous?"</strong><br/><br/>His reflex to inhale was problematic, but he did not need to breath anymore than he could starve to death. Of coarse he did need air to speak. Twisting the hilt of the sword, he tugged the blade to the side nicking his own jugular as it passed from the monster's hand. Dorian's crimson blood spurted twice, splashing across Frankie's face before the wound closed.<br/><br/>With a flash the blade shown in the dim light of the creatures runes. Severing the monsters hands at the wrists. With a grunt Dorian planted both feet on the monster's chest and kicked away from his grasp. He landed with a splash and quickly disappeared beneath the water.