Pain sent stars dancing across his eyes as Asra rolled over, forcing himself to ignore the sharp pain that shot through his side and back. For a moment he thought he'd screamed from it, but the sound came again and he realised it was Symon, someone he hadn't expected to make a sound like that. Sharp and pained and almost as animalistic as the things attacking them.

His fear hardened then and Asra barely thought as he dug his fingers into his own wound to soak them in blood, his lips moving in an instinctive chant as he sunk blood-soaked fingers into the earth. It parted like butter and a hand of earth and mud rose from behind the creature. Twisted roots like the claws that caught in Symon's flesh speared into the beast's form, the giant hand wrapping around it as it snarled and writhed and tore at its prey.

Asra half rose to his hands and knees, one hand still buried in the earth, his eyes seeming to shine with an inhuman light and his mouth twisting into a silent snarl as the muscles in his arm clenched and the giant hand began to squeeze.

There was a crunching, horrible sound that seemed to echo through the air and he felt a wet, copper trail start from his nose, but still the giant fist tightened its grip. Stone and mud and root an inexorable force that continued to press in tighter and tighter, Asra apparently past caring how far this was going... or how close Symon might be to it all.