It does not work.

It did not work.

Shit it didn't work!


Esther ponders what to do next, but they don't have much time. The thing has already turned and is propelling itself to them - extremely fast. They only have a moment's time. Is it worth trying again? Not now, no. But can they get away quick enough to try again? Think, idiot What magic do they have that can help here?

They get their magic going again - if it works, they're going to swim as fast as they can away from where the face is headed. They cannot get chomped.

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The jaws came crashing, crushing, crunching down, enormous serrated teeth shearing neatly through fur and flesh and even bone like a steel press equipped with daggers. The beast's momentum carried it onward, a shake of its head tearing Esther's body in two.

Entrails and the front half of their body went in one direction, with a single wing still attached; and their entire hind end and back legs along with the second wing floated in the other direction, all in the frothing wash of the Squallfang's passage. The gory mess was lost to the thick cloud of blood that filled the water. Thankfully, their gemstone would take them swiftly--an emergency attempt to save their life from the abrupt severance of one half of them from the other.

And in the meantime, the Squallfang had turned, swept back, and begun to feast on what had been Esther's hind end: haunches and hocks and paws and tail all tossed upward, then crunched down and swallowed between enormous jaws.

Upon searching for the rest, and finding only a sheet of gemstone and a single drifting wing, it snapped up the wing and nosed about for a moment.

Then it turned and slid slowly back out into the breakers, and submerged, lights blinking again: a lure for more unwary prey.

@Esther

gore

It fails. At least, Esther thinks so. There is no change within the dinosaurs behavior. A shadow surrounds them - teeth, gnashing, sharp teeth come down upon them. Everything crunches - the maned wolf never stood a chance. Like throwing a rock at a brick wall, or throwing a roach into a lizard's den, Esther is finished off in a disgusting mash.

Red floats out of the thing's mouth, coating the water above, below - all over.

Shredded flesh floated away, only to be eaten ever so swiftly. A gemstone taking hold, to rebuild something from almost nothing.