Michael and Anzu looked into each other's eyes as they reminisced about the good old days.
Suddenly, they heard a low guttural noise.
Michael, who was in better condition than Anzu, turned his head and turned towards the noise.
They he saw a merkin with bloodshot eyes looking at them, black foam dripping out of its hideous maw. It had already seen Michael and Anzu and was walking towards them.
Michael's face turned grim upon seeing that, if he wasn't injured, he could kill that Merkin with a flick of his… but he was injured… too injured, actually, so he could do nothing as the merkin made its way towards them.
He gritted his teeth and looked at the merkin with cold, furious eyes.
"Don't you dare, you bastard!" he spat viciously.
Anzu had also turned his head towards the merkin and looked at it with his cold, sharp eyes.
The merkin stooped in its tracks when Anzu looked at it, but soon its hideous face broke into a wide, amused grin.
