Coran's teeth dug into the creature's flesh but it was not as satisfying a grip as he had hoped for. The worms flesh was thick and cold and he couldn't help but feel he was doing little damage to it. Suddenly the worm writhed and thrashed and as it did it sent Coran flying. He slammed hard into the ice, landing on his back but managing to keep his head up enough not crack his skull. He swiftly scrambled to his feet as the worm dove for the skeletal woman. Teeth weren't enough of a weapon, they needed something else. He eyed the fallen icicles about the same time a black and white woman called out about the ice shards. It was worth a shot. They'd have to use what they had available and as much as he wished for a torch or fire he had nothing of that sort to aid him.
Coran grabbed a large icicle in his jaws, too high on adrenaline to work about the cold on his teeth. He froze as as a man called out for everyone to stay still then took off running and howling. A distraction. Seizing the moment Coran raced for the worm once more, running parallel to its form as he whipped his head sharply to the side, seeking to impale it with the icicle.
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