The Unraveling - It Rises

On the ground level, the soggy worm still doing a number on the world around him, Vendrick tries to steel himself. Gathering the courage he can in his guts, staring up at it angrily. Gaze sweeping back to his brother, coming to the boy's side. He'd already picked a piece of driftwood, and Vendrick was hot on his heels with another. Picking it up with great effort, and trying to send it into the beast like a massive javelin. This shit is hard, but he's doing his damndest. Panting, lungs aching, bones rattling beneath his coat. Shifting in the borrowed armor hastily grabbed from the castle, it's... it's doing its job. Barely. So is Ven.

"Vendrick Carpathius"