Damien
The rat wouldn’t let go. Its teeth sank deeper, a grinding pull that sent another bolt of fire up Damien’s arm. His breath hissed between his teeth, every muscle taut from wrist to shoulder. He could feel its jaw working, trying to chew through him like he was part of the temple wall.
Somewhere behind him Theea swore, metal shrieked on stone. Somewhere else Thorn’s dagger clattered. But up close it was just him and this thing.
He shifted his grip on the axe, blood slick under his fingers. The beast’s tail flopped uselessly against the floor where he’d taken it clean off, twitching like a cut wire. Its body pressed close, blind face buried against his sleeve, breath hot and foul.
“Fine,” he muttered through his teeth. “You wanna hang on?”
He slammed his knee into its ribs, using the shock to shift his weight and drive it down, pinning the squirming bulk against the cold stone. Pain lit his arm, hot and sharp, but he bore down harder, muscle against muscle, until it stopped dragging him.
Damien aims to pin the “Perfectly Adequate ROU” to the ground.
Somewhere behind him Theea swore, metal shrieked on stone. Somewhere else Thorn’s dagger clattered. But up close it was just him and this thing.
He shifted his grip on the axe, blood slick under his fingers. The beast’s tail flopped uselessly against the floor where he’d taken it clean off, twitching like a cut wire. Its body pressed close, blind face buried against his sleeve, breath hot and foul.
“Fine,” he muttered through his teeth. “You wanna hang on?”
He slammed his knee into its ribs, using the shock to shift his weight and drive it down, pinning the squirming bulk against the cold stone. Pain lit his arm, hot and sharp, but he bore down harder, muscle against muscle, until it stopped dragging him.
Damien aims to pin the “Perfectly Adequate ROU” to the ground.
i speak for the trees
and they hate you bro
and they hate you bro
