Nothing but cloth and the barest feel of skin and muscle. Not deep enough to kill and not nearly deep enough for the stinger to hit its mark. The other swing missed and the leftover hissed, pulling the stinger back. More words fell upon ears that could not comprehend, but one thing was certain - one of them was bleeding. The leech's mouth could taste blood on the air and that was all the creature needed to hone in on the most likely prey. The bravest were always the first to die and he would be no exception.

Surging forward, the creature began striking wherever it thought the patients were. Clawed tentacles raked through the air, swinging blindly around, looking to connect to something - anything. As it moved the leech's mouth let out a bloodcurdling shriek, the scorpion's tail rising up behind it and twitching as it waited for a sign. All it needed was one touch and it would strike, aided by the extra length of the snake's body. Fast and strong, the abomination advanced, slashing at everything in its path.