Dragoncrest Cliffs The wind is on the rise,

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Every man dreams of watching two hot babes wrestle by the sea - maybe with a little bit of a busty crop top, maybe with a few drinks. You might expect some girlish screams, some coquettish winks - if you're especially lucky things get hot and steamy around sunset.. Girls might lose a top or two.. but never an eye. Chicks never lose a fucking eye.


There's a saying 'Hell in a hand basket' and while Sunny had no discernible idea what a hand basket was, he was getting a pretty gristly view of what Hell must look like.


Hell was watching this demonic thing come flying down the stones like an incubus. Hell was witnessing this out of control, harpy-looking, badgery, flying saucer-of-a-monster grab Umbra's leg and shatter it. Hell was that noise the bone made, like the crunch of a stick but more brittle, less dry, with a little wetness sloughing off between cracks. Hell was watching Umbra's toothy retaliation and seeing her fangs puncture eye-socket, and ((hold the fuck up, was that a fucking eye dangling like the world's worst lollipop between her incisors and canines?)

Sunny felt his insides clamp in revulsion. Before he could stop it a splatter of vomit darkened the sand, stinging his tongue. Jesus FUCK, THAT CRAZY LADY HAD JUST LOST A FUCKING EYEBALL

Like it was a set of keys, just twirling and dangling from Umbra's teeth.

Sunhawk made the esteemed and intelligent decision of looking at the hole where the eye should have been. It was like watching a car-wreck, his eyes climbed up Wylla's neck to her face to her hole, all without him commanding them to do so.  Wylla's eyehole was plundered, red, and oozing a liquid that was a color so wrong that Sunhawk puked again, this time spraying his feet. Oh god why did I look why did I think it would just be a black hole?

What was worse, now this decidedly un-busty, un-hot babe (Girl With One Eye? Not diggin' it unless its a Florence song) was ripping Umbra a new one so fast that Sunhawk was afraid his friend was in danger of having her own eyeholes mugged.

Just like his neck and eyes had watched the scene without his explicit permission, now his legs were moving of their own volition. Sunhawk forgot his injuries in the moment, feeling the burn of adrenaline pump through him. He launched clumsily towards Wylla, regretting his decision to do so the second he felt his ribcage howl in protest. If he didn't kick it in gear STAT, his friend was about to turn into a hamburger thanks to Cyclopylla.



Sunhawk angled his shoulder towards Wylla, approaching on her blind side. What he didn't realize in the process was that it opened up his body to the spray zone -- you know, the aqueous humor that was splurting out of Wylla's socket like a defective faucet. Sunhawk watched in horror as one particularly fat droplet was flung into the air in the most resplendent, glittery arc -

And then it fucking landed

on his

FACE

Sunhawk recoiled instantly, feeling his face and body shrivel in on itself. He scrambled back, forgetting his bravado and feeling very, very vulnerable. Any second now the Cyclopylla would be on him and turning his eyes into eye-soup too; Sunny was not about it. "Let's get the fuck out of here!!" Sunhawk bellowed, turning to Umbra and doing his best to push her out of Wyclop's warpath (and fluid splatter).