Coffee, Readings, Explosions of My! (open)

The punk was shooting at his spider, that was to be expected. The shots however did nothing to the massively growing spider except make it burp and a little and get bigger. The growth finally leveled out, but the spiders speed was a little slower than earlier. It kept steadily moving towards the gunman, opening it’s giant mouth in preparation for eating the punk.

As his spider moved, the Old Man was holding his shoulder. He wasn’t trying to stop the bleeding. In fact he was enticing the wound to bleed. He needed more blood for a second pet. The punk threw a wicked looking knife at the Old Man, but a dragon looking creature warned him in time. It flew past his face, barely grazing his ear, and landed in the mortar of the bricks. His dragon was smallish, about the size of a young cat, but very ferocious and not to happy that it’s master was almost killed. Rage filled the young pet and it screamed with such a sound that what little glass was left in the car windows exploded into tiny shards of glass. It curled around the Old Man’s neck and pierced its tail into the wound. The Old Man winced slightly, but let the pet do what it wanted. The spider was closing in on the gunman with every passing second.