Serpent Lake my spirit rises off the plate

Her second bite broke more flesh before she suddenly released, and Phares let out a a whine, one of pain and defeat. He hadn't intended to fight back physically of course, knowing his capabilities, but he had failed in other ways. Had this been a test? An appraisal of his fortitude against a beast afflicted by the Heartless in this foreign land? Raas had been judging him, and Phares could not say he was pleased with his efforts.

He focused back on the pale woman, her wicked features and blood stained maw inches from his face. He quickly squirmed backwards, wriggling out from under her and getting to his feet, limping from the injury to his shoulder. Her words sent a chill down his spine and he thought to give her one last word of grace. His tongue failed him, though, and so the priest awkwardly loped away as quickly as he could without a glance back, wounded both in mind, body and spirit.