Into the Depths: Investigating the Shimmering Shore Tunnels (Group 4)

The bastard clamps down on his ankle. Wake gives a stark yelp, loud enough to echo through the cavern and reverberate around. "Listen here you rat fuck," he snaps and snarls, yellow eyes blazing in the low light. Searing pain radiating from the spot, a tremor coursing down his spine. Let it be angry. He's angry right back. Draining the last of his flask, letting the laudanum dull the pain,

Injured, but every bit the madman, Wake won't let up. That one doesn't quit, after all. Snapping and snarling, if he has agro from the worm, he'd make what use of it he could. Kiting around toward the tunnel the beast had come out of, trying to lead it crashing into the wall once more. If he could get it to crash, then he'd take swings of his own on the bastard as well. All shining teeth and shitty attitude, Wake is holding on.

WAKE UP