Having reduced some of the rodents to cinders, while Bart skewers another two on his stick, Fox takes care of the last one; an enormous thing with yellowing buck teeth and nothing behind its black eyes. If this were a videogame, it would likely have Boss Rat and a healthbar above its head. Regrettably, it's just as weak to fire and jagged teeth as its compatriots, and by the time Bart calls out to him, the fyrhund is giving the ragged creature a final, violent shake in his jaws before spitting it out.
More rock and lava than fur, the ground around its paws is already starting to smoke, such that Fox promptly shifts back lest he start a wildfire on top of all of it. "I think I'll be alright," he says of the water with a rueful smile, swiping at a streak of blood on his cheek as he straightens up. "Thanks for your help - hopefully you can relax by the lake in peace from now on." Safe from this particular pack of rats, anyway.
More rock and lava than fur, the ground around its paws is already starting to smoke, such that Fox promptly shifts back lest he start a wildfire on top of all of it. "I think I'll be alright," he says of the water with a rueful smile, swiping at a streak of blood on his cheek as he straightens up. "Thanks for your help - hopefully you can relax by the lake in peace from now on." Safe from this particular pack of rats, anyway.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
