Blinding white rakes down his back and he can feel his shirt growing wet with his own blood, but he's had too many long hours of practice to loose his focus for pain now. A strangled sound escapes him, but he focus on keeping his hold, aiming to use it to get closer to her face. The closer to those jaws, the harder it'd be to bite and more likely for her to hit herself with a wayward swipe...at least, that's the reasoning.

His other goal becomes apparent as he wraps a hand around his holy symbol again, the beak of the raven skull jutting sharply down from his closed fist. Chris wrenches the amulet from his neck and brings it down in an arch, aiming for the closer of the creature's eye, though the angle is far less than ideal.