The Unraveling - It Burns

Tarnish slammed into the boulder haphazardly, focused on applying as much force as possible he didn't move his head in time to prevent his left cheek slicing open on a jagged part of the rock as he collided with it. Oh well, shit happened and it wasn't any worse than that northern bastard that tore up the right side of his face. He heard Siduri growl at him after telling Calliope to stand back. He snarled in reply. "We're not going anywhere. Either we all do this or none of us do!"

With the whole of their weight the boulder gave loose and rolled down toward the worm, colliding into the base of the beast. It seemed to have hurt the creature but didn't do the damage that Tarnish had been hoping for. Well fuckity fuck fuck. He saw Siduri race over to another boulder and he raced after her, ignoring the wetness on his cheek from his blood. He barked out to Worc and the crow flew up into the sky to join in. Picking up momentum once more Tarnish aimed to slam his chest into the boulder, not caring about the bruising that might result. Above him Worc circled, watching the progress of the wolves before diving toward the worm and aiming to peck and taunt it in order to lure the head low. If the crow could time it right then perhaps it could lure the worm's head down when the boulder was turned loose.