Make the most out of no time

The pain was overwhelming. Not a fighter by any stretch of imagination, no part of the alchemist's humble and gentle mind was fortified for this sort of assault. Even with the lion's hardy presence in his very soul bolstering him forward, Remi couldn't help the angry and tormented wail of agony that screamed through him. Still he held on. Grappling with a bear was perhaps the most absurd thing he'd ever done (perhaps even more fool hardy than when he'd attacked a deer as a hawk), but as he struggled and staggered against it, he realized that there was no going back. He had to keep the bear's attention off of Sam. Hopefully the ascended had used his speed to run, but as a needle-sharp pinch ricocheted a harmony pleasurable waves across his shoulders, Remi knew that he hadn't. In this form the bliss of Sam's bite was tangible, unfettered by human-complications of pleasure, and the lion soaked up the endorphins humming pleasantly through its body. Unlike how Remi had experienced this as a man, as a predator, the urge to devour and kill and triumph was made all the stronger by the singing symphony of heat and indescribable bliss clambering through his veins. Clamping down all the harder on the bear's throat, despite the pleasure, Rmei could feel his strength fading. Blood trickled in earnest now from his flanks, from his ear, from a deep gash on his chest. remi Too long till I drown in your hands