Coran collided with the wall, flinching at the collision and the bruising that would form. Above him he could hear the cracking and splitting of the ice. He bounded back to give himself some space to react to the ceiling and also to get distance from which he could charge again as well as assess the- oh great goddess…
Coran's eyes latched onto the worm as it attacked the wolf he recognized from trying to assist the sick wolf. She was devoured, blood and entrails spilling down the front of the horrendous beast. He felt his stomach turn, his body feel suddenly light as he eyes danced across the puddles of blood, the remains of others slain. Unable to hold it in any longer he turned his head and vomited. This was hell. They were in hell!
Farther in the worm continued its assault. Licking the strings of saliva away from his mouth he felt the pain of shame. He had to keep fighting, keep helping. Grabbing a shard of ice he kicked off hard, claws digging into the surface of the cave. Coran charged perpendicularly to the worm. Alongside him his buzzard joined the fray, a large icicle clasped in its claws. In a fluid motion he leapt as high as he could, twisting his head sharply to the side to try and lodge his ice shard into the side of its neck while his buzzard aimed to pierce through the outside of one of the petals with the goal of pinning the petal back into the creatures face.
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