The creatures immediately placed Issac on the ground, in front of the large tornado rooster.
"I'm guessing you want me to help?" Issac asked, chuckling. The creatures nodded at him in agreement.
I see. Staring up at the creature in front of him, the man attempted to try and understand what it was but that was not helpful, as if anyone expected it to be.
What do I do about this creature? How am I supposed to know??
He stared at his hands, maybe I can ... oh well, you only live once.
He had to first go through a river of centipedes that were doing a good job holding the creature back but they were dying faster than they were able to hold it back, let alone take it down.
Looking at the centipede that carried him, Issac tapped it as it turned to him, tilting its baby head to the side.
"I need to get to it. Can you clear the way?"
