Bug Eyed Worm

Now they’d done it. With Xina and Zagan’s combined assault, they’d managed to really piss the beast off- so much, that it was thrashing about, trying to dislodge them both. Each thrash caused tremors to roll through its hefty form, its flippers flopping and flailing, missing Zagan by a few inches. Shit. He had to let go, the commotion sending him stumbling back several feet, as he nearly slipped on the smooth, rocky terrain. Xina had been thrown to the side, and was getting her footing just as Zagan got his too. Together, the pair stood tall, ready to bolt back into the fray.

But the walrus wasn’t alone anymore. Several of its comrades made their way onto the shore, surrounding the bleeding beast, forming a blockade of blubber and muscle. And they were not match for it. Zagan! There’s more! An audible tsk slips through his clenched teeth, and Zagan leaps forward on impulse, trying to grab Xina by the scruff. “We have to go!” He says, trying to pull her away before the group of walruses came crashing toward them, trying to drive them off the beach.

-exit attempt with Xina-

"Zagan Saxe"