The forward bits of Metody leap directly at the wolves, aiming straight for those snapping mouths. Those that land go for the teeth and eyesockets, grabbing for them with no regard to what flesh may be intervening, and wrenching out the bone beneath.
As for steed Metody, he is going to delicately skirt around the wolves, heading for the outcropping. And he is also going to try not to vomit, and never mind the lack of a stomach or any other related organs.
Flesh. Flesh, oh, my gosh, there is flesh on all kinds of bits of him, and it is disgusting and wet and - oh, why doesn't he have the right bits to throw up? He'd feel so much better.
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The forward bits of Metody leap directly at the wolves, aiming straight for those snapping mouths. Those that land go for the teeth and eyesockets, grabbing for them with no regard to what flesh may be intervening, and wrenching out the bone beneath.
As for steed Metody, he is going to delicately skirt around the wolves, heading for the outcropping. And he is also going to try not to vomit, and never mind the lack of a stomach or any other related organs.
Flesh. Flesh, oh, my gosh, there is flesh on all kinds of bits of him, and it is disgusting and wet and - oh, why doesn't he have the right bits to throw up? He'd feel so much better.