Breaks Lung's jaw

As Lung’s claw cleared my face, I twisted with the blow, then I abandoned my stab and backhanded him across the maw with my free hand. I didn’t bother to control myself, this time: Lung got the full, unfettered power of my strength, and I heard his jaw shatter like glass. He howled another time through broken teeth and shards of bone, and blood poured out of his lipless mouth where fragments had broken through the skin. The side of his face that had been hit by my fist was a mangled mass of meat only connected to the rest by strained strands of sinew, whatever cords of muscle had survived, and stray patches of skin that hadn’t been ripped away.