And he does, the knife coming down, slicing into Grey with a gentle - distinct - pop of cutting flesh.

The effect is immediate, blood, hot and fresh, spurting against Wyatt's palm. Then onto the snow, onto his pants as he pulls back, pulls the knife free. Great gushes of it. The smell raw and terrible, threatening to choke him.

(OOC: I'm not up to date on my medical info, so please correct me if I'm wrong and I'll fix this tag.)