Inside the vast tunnel, the air reeked of blood and dust.
Arnold and Amon were barely standing, their bodies beaten close to death.
Across from them, Hector stepped forward, his hood shadowing his face. He leaned close, his twisted grin inches from Amon's bloodied expression.
"Let's see how long you can keep laughing," Hector sneered.
Hector with his dagger get more closed to Amon.
But before Hector could act, Amon suddenly lunged forward. His mouth opened wide and
Chomp!
His teeth sank into Hector's neck with dangerous force. Flesh tore, blood gushed out in a fountain.
"AHHHHHH!" Hector screamed in agony, his howl echoing through the tunnel.
He shoved Amon back, clutching at the gaping wound on his neck.
Spitting out the bloody chunk of flesh, Amon grinned, his teeth crimson and bloodied teeth. "Heh."
"You bastard!" Hector roared. His body shook with rage as he prepared to charge.
