*Snape's swing misses as the shade itself also stumbles, toppling towards him while he tries to backstep. He sees Wesley Pryce running towards him, wielding something that, from this distance, seems to be a knife. Snape is grateful that it is now 2 against 1. Even as he thinks this, the shade, so shrunken and filthy in its tattered rags that Snape cannot determine its gender, slithers quickly to Snape's leg. It ignores the blows from Snape's improvised weapon and sinks its teeth into his left calf, tearing a fist-sized piece out of it. Snape falls and kicks out with his right foot, smashing into the shade's face and forcing it to let go, just as Wesley comes up, lunging to strike it. Snape notices Pryce's own misstep and decides that, yes, this is another of Hell's cruel periodic jokes. But he is grateful that Pryce's weapon-a tooth by the look of it-missed him, at least. But these jerky movements make defending yourself difficult at the very least.
The shade has noticed that Wesley is now closer to it, and quickly pounces, while Snape staggers painfully to his feet, yelling out a warning while now trying to impale the shade with the monstrous rib.*
Die! Lose consciousness! Stop trying to eat us!
*Snape repeats after each attempt to pin it to the ground*
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Date: 2010-01-05 09:33 pm (UTC)The shade has noticed that Wesley is now closer to it, and quickly pounces, while Snape staggers painfully to his feet, yelling out a warning while now trying to impale the shade with the monstrous rib.*
Die! Lose consciousness! Stop trying to eat us!
*Snape repeats after each attempt to pin it to the ground*