Muscles that barely exist tingle from knees to shoulders and in feet and hands. A concentration makes the world narrow, like walking through tall buildings with hills on either side. Every crackle of sidewalk and every plunk of fallen debris sets off an acknowledgment. Voices crackle at nearly unbearable levels although they speak softly and dissipate through the air. Low rumblings warn of the beast turning towards and slowly approaching it's death. Confront the beast to it's face. It's an ugly bloated bastard. Unnaturally white. Evil symbiant resides within dependent on it's own ear leech. Walking up to the wheeled whale, grabbing it's shiny chrome mustash. Judo throws work on cars. White Whale Bastard sails through the air landing on it's hollow soft head.
His li'l symbiant oozes out staggering and struggling with her ear leech. Her neck and back snap and break with an unsatisfying ease.
My dear little ear leech. Sweet singing canary. Please, approach me. Please. Com'on, I won't -hurt- you. Can't you see my sweet unchanging -in- -oh- -sense-? That's right, I won't hurt you, no. It's cold clueless body. Pause. What now, to destroy it at once must lose some satisfaction. Let us hear it scream. _Luck_ The ear leech begins a high register song repetitive and loud. Fire. Build a fire as fast as you can. Goodbye ear leech, what's that? You're cold? By all means, warm yourself in the fire. As the flames gently caress the leech it moans out it's song with added distortion and decelleration. Fires of pride and accomplishment. A job well done. Endorphins to forget the pain from the fight, the pain that is lived for. Endorphins to screw with the mind.