The Lithe creature, the terror from the Deep Deadlands, didn't hesitate. It launched forward with horrifying speed, a blur of iridescent scales and ghostly blue wisps, a coiled spring unleashed. The distance between it and David vanished in a heartbeat, its clawed hands reaching, ready to tear. The air shrieked as it sliced through the space David occupied, a silent, deadly promise of evisceration.
David did not move. He remained utterly still, his calm undisturbed, his smirk unfading. Seraphina and Vivian were locked in fierce, swirling battles with their respective puppets, a whirlwind of lightning, flame, obsidian steel, and tattered cloaks.
