Bradley growled at Larten. "Maybe you should force feed him some blood!" and stalked off, fuming at his defeat.
Darren clutched the flute with one hand and lay on the ground. Blood trickled from his nose, out from under his shirt and he was curled up part way. Oddly enough, he did look kind of like a lost puppy. "hesrawgaw" He mumbled, so slurred he couldn't even understand himself.


