When the bloody mist and smoke cleared, Hemi was standing about ten feet behind the dog’s remains, wiping dog guts off his face. I had the cu sith’s mouth and neck wrapped around my upper arm, and the damned thing was still gnawing on me, not yet realizing it was dead. My friend looked at me, and I at him as I ripped the lower jaw from the demon dog’s skull. “Fucking hell, mate. Next time, just throw a steak on the barbie.” A chuckling groan escaped my lips, then I passed out.
I'm with Hemi !?@$
