It's not Jet's head but the vibration of impact is something. The blood so bright he gets up off it is even motherfucking more, like just the sight is enough to quench a thirst not all so different from rainbowdrinkers.

Between the injury and the rage, the Initiate lights in a twisted form of delight. He almost laughs. But then the motherfucker's got at all to be ruining it all, dashing off quick.

He unleashes a near-silent snarl of frustration before going to follow after, determined to cull his prey.