Firefly Glen I'm sorry if I hurt you, I'm sorry if it got that bad

The she-thing fell with the grace of a tin can shot by a rifle. He had little time to celebrate this brief victory, however, for as she stumbled to her feet, it was another she-beast that flew at him angrily. With the speed of lightning, she latched onto his front leg. But she was a little thing, and Yakwahe lifted his leg, her attached, and moved to snap his teeth onto her neck or back. Should he succeed, he would pry her away from him completely.

All of these motions shifted his neck up and away from the attacking white thing, who desperately grabbed instead onto his belly. It was so thick with fat, that the teeth felt like a bee sting — a thing he was most accustomed to from fights with the little insects. Little white insect, you will die, he thought.