Into the Depths: Investigating the Shimmering Shore Tunnels (Group 3)

Fucking hell. From bad to worse, Levi could barely believe his eyes as the beast rose up ahead of them. Time dragged on, molasses slow as the dust settled, the crumbling rock as his ears pinned against his skull. Ignoring the sting of his wounded ear, the blood still fresh, his gaze flitted to the fire as it illuminated the dark tunnel. What were the chances of them making it out of this? The odds certainly weren't in their favour and yet Levi had never been one to back out of a fight, the thought in and of itself made him grimace, teeth bared and lips pulled taut.

The fear and uncertainty was palpable in the air, they wanted to flee, not fight. But they even have a choice? It seemed perfectly adapted to living down here, could they really outrun it when it was in its element?

"Yeah yeah, together." He groused, there was no time for this kumbaya bullshit. Still, the fire was a good enough idea, he figured that if nothing else the fire would distract it long enough he'd be able to land at least one decent strike, if not more. They others might not be fighters, but Levi certainly was.

He skulked to the side, only to kick off into a sprint, raptor claws angled as he launched himself onto the side of the creature in an attempt to sink his claws in deep. If it bled, it could die, right?