Whitebark Stream An exercise in futility

Surely his backer would have arrived by now, right?

Murgash didn't have time to check, not before teeth sunk deep into the meat of his neck. He panicked, a snarl ripping through his throat -- with a mighty alligator-like roll he flipped his body sideways with a heave to escape Goliath's onslaught. The pain he felt was too close for comfort and blood dipped from his neck as he lunged, his jaws parting to seek the soft roundness of Goliath's face and eyes. 

Their proximity made it easy, and Murgash was not in the least sorry for resorting to such a cheap tactic. His teeth would seek and destroy, gnash and bend -- cleaving bone and sinew alike in the attempts to brutalize his assailant.