The graalur had carved away half the nightmare's tentacles, but it had struck home effectively with the rest. The graalur was bleeding profusely from wounds in his left shoulder and the side of his face, and one of the tentacles was embedded in his left forearm. He was weakening visibly. The creature was pumping out dark blue ichor from the wounded head, and he hacked at the side of its neck desperately. He was crying out in anger and pain. If I intervened I might be able to defeat it and save him. All common sense, however, told me to get the volg out of there.
I got the volg out of there.
This is the last extract from this chapter of Sorrel in Scarlet. Next time I'm hoping to put up a small sequence from the sequal, Sorrel Snowbound.