There was a long second or two where Kal couldn't quite understand what Pickle had done before there was a tearing popping noise and he got showered with blood and bits of bone.
Feeling nausious and covered in goo Kal wiped red muck from his eyes with the back of a hand. As he turned to pick up his unconcious friend he heard more screeching coming from a short distance away. It was echoing around the walls.
It started as one high pitched tone but that tone started to thicken out as if other high pitched tones where joining it in chorus. The noise was getting louder.
Kal ran towards pickle now but as he placed his foot on the stone ground his boot skidded and he ended up on his back. Fear struck him when he realised he couldn't get up. His armour was weighing him down and there was so much mess on the floor now he was left flailing about like a stuck turtle.
The chorus of death was getting louder and closer by the second.
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