T-Hal

The bright flash was the last thing Coffee was lying almost unconscious on the wet sand bleeding. Disoriented, he raised his heavy with moisture and painfully buzzing head, and looked around. Ouroboros was running away like a scruffy dog, and his friend Dirk was following the aquatic, snapping his paws and tail, until he made sure that the enemy had run back where he came from. Rook stood up on his weak legs and heavily inhaled. The air around him was redolent of adrenaline, blood, and salt. The storm seemed to have intensified even more, the sky was flooded with thick black clouds, lightning flashed in the distance. There were practically no birds to be seen or heard. Now the howling of the wind and the sounds of battle that is happening around and nearby have replaced everything. Dirk came back, still ruffled and wet, and looked worriedly at his cinnamon friend. Coffee felt the concern and snorted, trying to straighten himself up and to be prepared for any battle. “We have to keep