Whitebark Stream An exercise in futility

Goliath roared in pain as the gob latched onto plump face. In a fit of suffering, Goliath ripped his face away from the mangy attacker's grasp, and in a blind fury, attempted to ram into his opponent.

However, his coordination had been not nearly as good as it should have, and as his view blocked with blood, Goliath simply tumbled forwards into the ground, pile driving the heap of mud.

Bedazzled and confused, Goliath slowly pushed himself back up, shaking the excess crimson on his face away.

Now he would not hold back.