Nikolai's head rang with a constant buzz.
He tried to stand, enduring the searing burn that travelled along his back like bullet ants biting his flesh in a frenzy. His arms drooped, the bone showing as two soft bodies, untouched and still clean, dropped.
A thick layer of dirt, smoke, and grit coated his fur and flesh as he finally stood, with a trembling gait.
'My legs feel like tofu.'
Without a care for himself, he quickly channelled his blood, forcing his wounds to heal forcibly, the sounds of gunfire and explosions still happening in the distance.
Immediately after the bang, he grabbed Clara and Zara in his arms and transformed into his werewolf form, covering them both.
"Ugh, Aunt?"
Once he regained focus, he called out to Princess Zara's Aunt, hoping that she managed to cover herself. That's when the vile scene entered his sight: two scorched bodies, with hardened flesh and tendrils spread into sheet-like shapes, wrapping something.
