"Sisters!" the Dryad screamed. "Help!"
The other two Dryads paused in panic, unable to continue attacking with their sister in the way.
Bending down, they grabbed onto Morne's hands and started tugging, trying to free her from his hold, but she only screamed as she felt her flesh try to tear off where the thorns were.
"Stop, stop!" she shouted, tears streaking down her face from the pain. "It hurts!"
The two Dryads frowned with anger and confusion, glaring at Morne. "Release her!" One of them demanded.
"All right," Morne replied, a cruel light flashing in his gaze.
With a great heave, thorns still embedded in the Dryad's stomach, he ripped his arms free.
A hair-raising, bloodcurdling screech pierced through the sounds of battle as two small sections of the Dryad's stomach were torn off in bloody chunks. He shoved one of the chunks into the Dryad's mouth, muffling her annoying screams, and dropped the other as he pushed her off of him.
