Daniel had a moment's relief when he actually managed to get the bow around her neck; the moment he had it, he pulled as hard as he could. There was a small gust of air against his neck and the telltale click of something sharp and hard snapping closed, only inches from his neck. Judging from that flash of her head as it was forced back, and the way she kept trying to lunge at him, teeth bared, he'd been moments away from having her actually trying to tear his throat out. Holy shit.

Her claws sank in. Daniel managed to twist one arm out but his left one began to go numb. He could feel his grip on the bow faltering. His right arm shook with the effort to hold her head back. Daniel threw all of his weight into his legs, trying to push off the ground and throw her off.