Time seemed to slow to a complete stop for Holden as he realized what exactly had happened.
In Holden's right hand, he was grasping onto Guff's, while his left lay limp to his side. Holden's left leg was no longer attached, crushed under a rock, and he was being carried by his worst enemy to safety. However, this situation was paradise, compared to Guff.
Poor Guff only had one lifeline, and it was his outstretched hand grabbing onto his boss's. Outside of that, things were pretty bleak for Guff. His entire lower half was currently clenched in the jaws of a very, very pissed off hydra.
The hydra had yet to bite down with its full force, but Guff was still in immense pain. He was the mercy of that beast. If it decided to clench its jaws, Guff would be ripped in half from the waist down, without even a chance to resist.
