The Unraveling - It Spreads

One by one, wolves threw themselves at the worm in a hurry. Makara choked back a gasp as each attack was quickly, almost effortlessly dispelled. How could they ever stand up to this thing? And yet, as the moments ticked by, her curiosity grew until it matched her fear in equal measure. She had trained once as a fighter, but her skills were rusty and imperfect. There were so many wolves clambering for the worm now that she hesitated to throw herself in, finally turning eyes on her injured mother who was hobbling away in an attempt to distract the worm - or escape to safety herself. It could be either, with Hanako.

Mak sighed and tightened her goggles again, sprinting after her mother. It was one thing to hate your parent for their inattentiveness, but another to watch them eaten alive in front of you. She skittered to a stop in front of her, bending down to hoist Hanako across her shoulders so that she no longer put weight on her injured leg. "We're getting out of this alive... then we'll talk," she said curtly, probably the shortest sentence she'd ever uttered to Hanako since she'd been born. Makara, slowed down by the weight of Hana on top of her, paced the edges of the fray. It kept them out of the line of fire, but maybe the worm would still be distracted by the scent of fresh blood.

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