Creep had managed to hold on. That was at least a start to all this. Though shifting its length towards the deer's neck was proving a difficult task. Why does it have so many horns? At least it hadn't been thrown off; that was a start.

FORGET THE NECK. CRUSH ITS HEAD. KILL IT NOW.

As if it were that easy. Just kill it. V-Chaos-Twenty thought bitterly, as if it were that easy.

It cannot bellow for help like this. Take your time. Think. This. Through.

Focus. Focus. It couldn't reach anything from here; why had its creator not given it arms? What it would give for some grabbers about now. Instead it lifted its head and coiled it further around the deer's snout. Perhaps...

It took some thought and balance, especially with the deer bucking and attempting to throw it off, but eventually Creep managed to line itself up enough to clamp down on the deer's throat. At first, it thought it'd done nothing but agitated the deer more, but soon, the metallic coppery taste of blood tinged its large tongue. It was working! We can do this! Perhaps it wasn't a complete lost cause...

YES! YES! BLOOD! NOW WE'RE COOKING, BABY! WE'RE REALLY STARTING TO FIRE UP! DO IT AGAIN! AND AGAIN! KEEP ON DOING IT UNTIL THAT THING IS NOTHING BUT PULP!

Not until pulp. And it's not dead yet. Keep your wits about you.

The deer made an awful noise, a high-pitched, muffled call through a closed mouth. Then started throwing its head in earnest, careening towards the nearest cliff horns first; it seems the deer intends to crush the serpent attempting to subdue it.

The deer crashed into the side of the rocks, Creep just barely slithering out of the way before it would've been torn to shreds between horns and rock. The side of his length is scraped but otherwise its untouched by the drastic measures.

Don't rest yet. You're not finished. Stay alert.

YEAH, BABY! YOU'RE A WINNER HERE. NOT A SCRATCH ON YOU! GIVE IT ANOTHER THRASHING!

Creep exhaled sharply, not realising it'd been holding its breath as it made a mad dive out of the way. The only issue was: now it was on the floor again. With the deer. At hoof height. Shit.

Nothing. Nothing happened. Creep was left salivating and stood there as those very same hooves came crashing down onto its body. There was a crunch as tail bone was smushed under-hoof and white hot pain shot through its length. It squeezed its way from under those stamping hooves, but alas the damage was done. It had to fight or hide, and decide now.

THAT FEELS PRETTY GOOD, DON'T IT? COME ON, COME ON, DISH OUT SOME BACK TOO. DON'T JUST SIT THERE.

Why was everyone else quiet? All this room for thinking and only the loudest voice full of the worst ideas had anything to offer. No logical leaps, no insights from the heart. Just pure adrenaline and hunger for violence. Was there truly nothing else left? Yet the more time it spent, sat, watching, waiting. The less time it had to act and get itself out of danger.

If anything would just WORK. It hissed and tried to focus this time and.. it felt weightless for a moment. Its mass lifting from the grasses and-- flight! Yes, flight would work! It would gain the high ground and--

And it was only flying a few inches above the ground and still well within the reaches of a furious deer. Once more it kicked the thrashed and once more, Creep's body was at the brunt of it. Hooves scraped across scale and hide, causing welts of blood to rise to the surface.

White hot panic siezed it. It was going to die here, to this stupid lesser. It wouldn't even make it to fulfilling the Creator's wishes and it would be branded forever a failure.

NOT IF YOU BUCK UP NOW! PULL IT TOGETHER! LIVE FOR THIS! LIVE FOR THE PAIN! LIVE FOR THE VIOLENCE! LET THE PAIN BE YOUR GUIDE. STRIKE IT. KILL IT! DO! NOT! FAIL!

As compelling as an arguement that was. Just how? How could it win here? Especially when all it could think about was the throbbing in its body where it'd been struck.

Getting vertical momentum without legs was somewhat challenging, but once it had coiled out of the hooves of the deer; it could launch itself upwards. And thankfully, back onto the deer. Which seemed so startled by the action, it briefly paused. Giving Creep enough time to circle its belly and squeeze. It squeezed and squeezed despite its body telling it to stop with waves of throbbing pain. It had to, or it would very well die to this lesser.

So squeeze it did. It squeezed until it felt the deer's breathing grow shallower, as it kicked and bucked and tried to throw V-Chaos-Twenty off of it. Until it felt the deer's ribs begin to cave slightly under the pressure, to bend, but not yet snap. It just had to keep going, just a little longer, just a little harder.

It swore the deer was succuming, it could've sworn it was. It felt its breathing slow, it felt the lesser stumble. Yet the second it foolishly loosened its hold to rest its wounded body for a moment; it found itself being tossed around where it was looped around the deer's body. Being shaken and rattled like a hoola hoop as the lesser kicked.

After having its brains scrambled, it eventually released its hold. Feeling weightless once more, before crashing into the grass and dirt with a weighty 'thwump'.

Then it was back to trying to dodge hooves, ducking and weaving, trying to control its massive length with such finite precision when one wrong move could lead to another stomping.

Why wasn't this thing running out of energy? It was, it was exhausted and aching. Yet this lesser seemed to have boundless energy and all of it was being used to thrash it.