gotta do it in the penthouse
that's where I keep my pen
As expected, he doesn’t get far. Of course he wouldn’t. He may not be Einstein, but he’s not actually a dummy either. Still, ever the optimist, he had to try. And maybe he is not great at winning, but he’s really good at failing.
Actually, that’s probably not a good thing, huh?
He doesn’t even try for stoicism when the one reaches him. His shriek as her mouth (second mouth????) tears straight through his leg is ear-splittingly awful. Honestly, they might wish they didn’t have eardrums, or they’d probably be broken right about now (maybe they don’t have eardrums? Who knows). Not that he’s especially worried about their eardrums at the moment.
It’s almost instinct to struggle against her, futile as it is. As though the wild, panicked flailing of his limbs would have any impact against something that could so easily tear his leg off. Actually, he’s not certain it had been torn off, but it sure as hell felt like it. Of course, his wild flailing only serves to send him tumbling head over heel when his flesh releases from bone, dangling from alien jaws.
He’s too busy trying to get his breath back after that to notice the other creature stalking around him before whipping her tail around to slice at the one who’d taken a chunk from him. Of course, he does notice the burning spray of acid blood, which serves only to elicit another stomach-curdling shriek from him.
Blessedly, they don’t seem inclined to toy with him for long. At this point, his adrenaline and shock have wound together to begin numbing him anyway. And so, when the bigger one reaches down to tear out his throat, instead of screaming again, he just starts laughing until only blood bubbles from his mouth. And perhaps it had sounded a bit hysterical, but, well, we won’t go there.
Just wait until he told Casi about this though. No way she could top it.
Cassian
