Wally yelled as he felt the dragonfly on his back first tear through his shirt, then latch onto his back. He felt a flare of pain between his shoulderblades followed by a warm, wet trickle of what could only be blood. Clar- Kal forgotten, Wally desperately tryed to dislodge the insect-thing from his back, and, when that didn't work, he fell back to what he'd always done in this kind of situation. Run about in the hopes that his speed alone would shake it off.

He took off, instinctively trying to access the Speed Force, but finding it distant and almost completely gone. Adrenaline helped him complete a small circle at normal speed, before a crippling surge of hunger brought him to a stop in front of Kal. "Can you please get this thing off?" Wally begged, no longer caring about his previous claims of being able to handle himself.