His arm didn't so much as snap as slough off at the elbow: the bone poked out and whatever was keeping his skin and muscle attached to it failed. It plopped to the floor between them, R staring at in dull surprise. He looked down at the arm, then back up at Sabriel.

Yeah, okay, so maybe he picked the wrong house.

R wheeled around with a low groan and started to stagger out, deciding he'd had enough. It probably would've gone better if he'd followed instinct and just ate her already.