Fox's Glade i’ll dig her up tonight

Parasite tore away from the man’s grip. Skin tore from flesh. There’d be a scar below his eye in time, but it’d be small compared to the one’s that littered his body. He had no way of knowing that in the moment. All he knew is the man had screwed up his face even more than it already was. Wolves who did that ended up with eaten eyes.

The monster lunged forward, and this time he didn’t get a mouthful of air. His teeth tore through the knights armor. Meanwhile he’d kicked the princess from his foot. It’s a small victory, but it wasn’t enough to win this battle.

After the man came to his senses, he struck Parasite’s arm and brought him down. Maybe he could’ve gotten up if it weren’t for his partner. She had a firm grip on his thigh now.

Let me go! He kicked, spat, bit, and screeched. Let. Me. GO!