Lost Creek Hollow stonefire

blast, i've run out of pirate-y lines to use though i'm having a good laugh about garter guts...

Where he expected his employed tactic to have a flaw, it did not this time. If there was one flaw to be drawn, it would have been the dull ache that now resided somewhere above an eye socket. It radiated out — that cat was rather hard-headed. But the resounding hiss was satisfying as they separated. Mordecai did not relent in his pursuit even with the connection; to stop now may as well have been a signature to a death certificate. He snarled at the caution in the feline's steps, his own pathing giving the creature berth as they dwindled closer. He steeled his resolve; his own injury turned away from the feline to avoid an easy target.