Re: Dustin/George Lass
George's eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of Dustin swinging for the fences with a lacrosse stick. She jerked her head back and the stick just brushed her chin as he smacked the bat...thing to the ground.
Which hurt like a motherfucker, since it had its fangs in her shoulder. "Ow! Fuck!" George yelled, clapping a hand over the bite.
She jumped on the bat-thing with both feet, stamping it repeatedly. "Eat shit, you little bastard!" It struggled and made high-pitched squeaks that she hoped meant it was suffering. "Fuck...you!" A few more good kicks and it was crushed and bloody and no longer moving.
She turned on Dustin. There was blood on her t-shirt now, but the wounds were already gone. "Dustin! What the hell is that thing?"