The shield connected again and again with Lurks' skull, fracturing it in several places. Where bone chips fell away, there was nothing inside: no brain matter, just darkness. Within that black void was a hint of movement, and a furious stream of moths flew from within, swarming around Dawson's head.

With a furious battle cry, Lurks wrapped his bony little fingers around the hunter's neck.

"Why couldn't we be friends!" he cried, mournful and furious. "I am very very nice and just wanted to play!"

A glint in his orange eyes denoted that he didn't want to. Not any more.

hp// 20
dmg// 18 oh no OHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo

medigel
about...that...maybe someone should rescue him...............