'Die, die, die…'
Sunny kept trying to strangle the Scavenger in a strange reversal of their previous encounter. His face was contorted into a bestial snarl, and his eyes were burning with indescribable bloodlust.
The Scavenger, however, was not easily killed. At first, he seemed to have panicked and tried to throw Sunny off himself, but after realizing that getting rid of the small human was all but impossible, the abomination calmed down, stared at him with seething hatred, and tried to stab him in the back with the black tusk.
The tip of the crude saber bit into the silk of the Graceless Dusk, and failed to pierce it.
Sunny laughed with savage joy.
"Try harder, bastard!"
The Scavenger obliged.
Dropping the tusk, he grabbed Sunny by the collar… and, instead of trying to push him away, instead pulled him down. The two of them were suddenly face-to-face.
'Crap…'
