The situation was dire. Ablett had no chance of surviving a fight with that gigantic horror unless he had some help. Lovie opened the old scroll and began to read aloud the arcane text. He focused on the creature and in his minds eye envisioned it growing smaller, weaker. He felt a great surge of power within and released it with deadly intent. The beast let out a groan and paused momentarily...long enough for Ablett to wiggle free. Then it was on him again, extending its horrible bulk high into the air and crashing down on the powerless agent. Ablett lay smashed and bleeding out, possibly with some damage to internal organs.
Winchester paused and waited for the perfect moment, exhaled and fired his shotgun directly at where he supposed the things brain must be. Again, at the last second the wurm burrowed away and avoided the killing shot. Not deterred the agent ran to the edge of the hole and fired another blast. Blindly he stumbled backward, eyes stinging from the errant ichor that had sloshed him and that was when he heard them. A squelching, sucking, grinding sound. Clearing his eyes he saw large fat grubs crawling from the hole...toward him.
We are getting blackouts due to the summer/winter storm...I'll post a few of these shorter story elements to avoid having all my longer ones wiped out when the power goes out...again. I've already lost it twice!!! Ithaqua be damned! More later...