The Unraveling - It Burns

It was the feeling of shifting rocks that alerted Ganymede that something was wrong, feet sliding and slipping before he went plummeting down deeper into the crater below. When he finally landed, a splintering crack echoed in his ears as searing pain raced up his leg making him retch for a moment.

He couldn't even focus properly on what was happening or how close he was to the worm itself, eyes tearing up as he fought down the pain. There were others just as hurt and still fighting, he wouldn't back down now just because of this. He’d dealt with worse- And suddenly there was a hulking shape blocking his view. Seems like Ultyr had noticed his accident, and the likelihood of continuing to help plummeted to the heated rocks blow too. Once he had his bearings and could struggle to his paws, he accepted being led away with a look back over his shoulder towards the towering beast. He hoped no one else died to it, that one of them was able to bring the creature to a halt before it found its way out of the pit.

"Let's go! Let them finish it off! You're more important." The words tumbled around in his head as he looked over his shoulder again, not wanting to leave the others to fight even if he didn't know them. The more there were, the better chances they had at killing it. And then suddenly there wasn’t ground underneath his paws anymore and he found himself over Ultyr’s shoulders, eyes wide in indignation at being carried as he flailed a little. "We should be helping, I'll be fine!" As if the pain wasn't scorching up his back left leg like wildfire, as if he was grateful he didn't have to put weight on it.

"speech"

"other’s speech"