Patrick pushed through the pain, scrambling to escape from the fiery beast's grasp. He attempted to communicate with the beast using the language of beasts that he had learned from his elf mother, but to no avail. The beast continued its slow advance, drooling in anticipation, showing no urgency as it already had Patrick ensnared within its fiery lasso.
"Hehehe," the beast panted, its breath sounding like a twisted laugh as it licked its lips, drool dripping onto Patrick's head, eager for the impending meal.
With its fiery lasso, the beast pulled Patrick closer, its mouth gaping wide as it inched towards Patrick's head. Slimy drool coated Patrick's face as he braced himself for the pain he knew was coming.
"Sat! What on earth are you doing!?" A familiar voice thundered from behind the beast.
