There are flowers growing in my heart

With only one coyote left, Davey closes in. Bristling, making himself look as fearsome and as large as possible, he lunges forward with his flail once more. It's vicious, well and truly vicious. Unhinged and bordering on obscene, coated in gore, and enjoying himself way too much. Face, chest, all of him dripping filth. It's fantastic, terrible, wonderful, all at once.

The last of the coyotes sundered by his axe, messily down the midsection, fell limply to the ground. Shaking it out, watching the gore drip to the dirt beneath, Davey turns to grin at his companion. "Well done." Setting his axe back down, he takes a moment to introduce himself. "Davey, by the way." Chest out, expression pure confidence.

"speech"