I don't recall in any detail what happened then. I know the presence of Death turns a man's thoughts to family and God and love; Heaven knows I had walked enough with Death in its many guises to know this, and to understand that it's not Death but the manner of Death which truly terrifies.
So perhaps it was the thought of God which empowered me. Perhaps it was God Himself, I cannot say. All I know is that despite the agonies of tearing flesh at my neck, I somehow broke free of her grip and pushed her from me.