[Time slows. Hector's instincts go wild, screaming at him to run, but there's no escape. Teeth clamp down on his arm, and there's an explosion of pain.
Twisting and wrenching his arm away, he staggers back, away from two horrid, Cwyld-infested monsters.]
You... WHAT THE FUCK?!?
[Going to die, going to die, goingtodiediedie, his poor prey heart warns faster and faster, dizzying and panicked. Hot tears blur his vision, and he hears his breath quicken to fast, useless gasps for air. He keeps backing up, clutching his torn mess of an arm to his chest, staining his white wool red.]
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Twisting and wrenching his arm away, he staggers back, away from two horrid, Cwyld-infested monsters.]
You... WHAT THE FUCK?!?
[Going to die, going to die, goingtodiediedie, his poor prey heart warns faster and faster, dizzying and panicked. Hot tears blur his vision, and he hears his breath quicken to fast, useless gasps for air. He keeps backing up, clutching his torn mess of an arm to his chest, staining his white wool red.]