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[Meyrink's Arena]

Naera gets a taste of Meyrink! Awww yeah! She might wish she hadn't, though, as he quite literally tastes like ass. Ass mixed with old, rotten food, cheap cigarettes and whiskey that may or may not just be industrial solvents colored brown. And then she rips his jaw off. There's a lot of blood and gore and bone bits and stuff.
Meyrink, now jawless, remains locked in Naera's grip, a manic gleam in his eyes as he stare blankly back at her, blood spurting horrifically from the gaping mess where the bottom of his face used to be.
Naera snarls, spitting out his jaw, and her left hand clamps down, trying to use her inhuman strength to shatter the wrist she's holding, at the same time pushing back to try to force him off balance.

Whether or not that works, she brings her kindjal up with her other arm in an attempt to stab him in the stomach, if possible twisting it viciously and then pulling it out through his side should she succeed.