Since he was resigned to being bitten, Armand had his jaw clenched tight so he wouldn't cry out when the teeth sank into him. But then he freed himself of the creatures. He whirled around in place, trying to focus on one of the two that had attacked him. His step was unsteady--he'd never realized how much one used one's heels. He wasn't sure if they needed to kill all of them, or if just one would satisfy Citan.