"Damn it!"
What did it feel like to have a long tongue coiling itself around your neck?
Nietzsche could only sense a pungent rush to his nose and mouth. He could not breathe, and his hands were desperately pulling so that he could inhale precious air.
In the face of suffocation, even the smelly air in the sewers felt extremely precious.
Whoosh!
That long tongue expanded again as it felt him struggling, and the back of it blossomed into a giant mouth with fangs.
"How can I die here?" Nietzsche roared angrily, "Great Sun!"
Whoosh!
An invisible flame burnt from his body, making the tongue retreat like a frightened fish.
"Want to run now? Too late!" Nietzsche used both hands to grab that tongue with all his might and yanked.
A vampire became unsteady as Nietzche dragged it closer, and the hair on the vampire's face became clearly visible.
Bang!
