From Deathhawk’s Betrayal:
Gavalon forced her teeth apart; the funnel invaded her mouth. Astarl choked on the sudden gush of liquid, coughed, and swallowed reflexively. Feebly, she sprayed out half a mouthful, then choked on a fresh flood. She thrashed again, redoubling her efforts.
Her elbow connected. Gavalon grunted, his grip easing for a moment.
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