"Ngh — " Her teeth sink right into the meat between thumb and forefinger, and he almost swallows his tongue trying not to cry out.

His own instincts roil, telling him to yank her lower jaw out of place, but that's more than he wants to do to the body that the demon's inhabiting. Instead he brings his open palm colliding into her cheek, metal between his hand and her face — a slap to try and startle her into letting go, the medal to burn her. "St Florian, pray for us, St Dennis, St Giles, pray for us — "