Johnny sees Peeta take the other thing's head off, which is both kickass and entirely alarming; his eyes widen and he falters momentarily in his struggles, allowing the thing to seize him by the back of the head, pushing it forward, gaining clearer access to his neck. He drops forward, trying to heave the thing off, fuck, fuck, fuck-
Its grip tightens sharply, forcing a gasp out of him, but it's not an attack so much as a convulsion. It's no longer pushing on him, reaching.
He twists to look back, just barely able to see Peeta's sword sticking out of its head, black droplets of blood, or ooze, or whatever, dripping out onto his shoulder.
He breathes out slowly, for a moment unable to move.
tw: gross blood stuff at the end
Its grip tightens sharply, forcing a gasp out of him, but it's not an attack so much as a convulsion. It's no longer pushing on him, reaching.
He twists to look back, just barely able to see Peeta's sword sticking out of its head, black droplets of blood, or ooze, or whatever, dripping out onto his shoulder.
He breathes out slowly, for a moment unable to move.