If he hadn't just eaten his fill of tastier cooked worm, the raw stuff might almost have been pleasant - except for the mud and slime that did nothing for its texture. Several of their victims still twitched and spasmed in the mud they had brought with them, courtesy of the Flowerbirth rains, but it was the two that remained largely unharmed that worried Jigano.
As he danced away his own opponent remained engaged in a fierce territorial struggle with the corpse of its former companion, whose head the fox had just torn and mangled, and Jigano yipped derisively at the stupid creature. His amusement was short lived, however, as Rexanna sank her knife into the biggest worm - and gained its undivided attention. It thrashed hard to dislodge her, raising the front of its body up and then slamming it down towards the young woman who had so conveniently brought herself into range of its squishy - but heavy - bulk. Her knife had struck deep, but a worm's vitals were not so easy to stab with any sort of precision, and it was large enough to leave nasty bruises and sprains if she couldn't avoid its body slams.
Abandoning his smaller foe, the fierce fox launched itself in a small but determined missile at the large worm, sinking his teeth into a few rolls of one of its segments and growling dangerously, but this larger worm was bulkier and more resilient than its smaller siblings, and its skin didn't tear so easily.
Jigano was beginning to think that discretion was the better part of valor, no matter Rexanna's optimism, but he wouldn't leave his friend to fight alone if she refused to run.
As he danced away his own opponent remained engaged in a fierce territorial struggle with the corpse of its former companion, whose head the fox had just torn and mangled, and Jigano yipped derisively at the stupid creature. His amusement was short lived, however, as Rexanna sank her knife into the biggest worm - and gained its undivided attention. It thrashed hard to dislodge her, raising the front of its body up and then slamming it down towards the young woman who had so conveniently brought herself into range of its squishy - but heavy - bulk. Her knife had struck deep, but a worm's vitals were not so easy to stab with any sort of precision, and it was large enough to leave nasty bruises and sprains if she couldn't avoid its body slams.
Abandoning his smaller foe, the fierce fox launched itself in a small but determined missile at the large worm, sinking his teeth into a few rolls of one of its segments and growling dangerously, but this larger worm was bulkier and more resilient than its smaller siblings, and its skin didn't tear so easily.
Jigano was beginning to think that discretion was the better part of valor, no matter Rexanna's optimism, but he wouldn't leave his friend to fight alone if she refused to run.
