She looked around frantic, desperate.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know. I just—”
A sound came from above them. As Treycore checked to see what it was, he saw Finter, wings stretched, half tentacles reaching to him.
“Trey!” Eilee exclaimed.
Treycore and the tentacled glipper rolled around on the ground, Treycore wrestling with the attacking appendages.
He eyed his sword, which was beside Eilee, who watched their battle.
“A little help?” he asked.
His breathing slowed and his vision became even fuzzier. He felt like his body was about to shut down. He didn’t know how he was going to be able to fight Finter. The venom was weakening him too quickly, draining him of life.
With one of his good tentacles, Finter grabbed a nearby rock and slammed it against Treycore’s face repeatedly.
Treycore’s vision blurred before he passed out.
