That gash was worth it for Cambrian. Look at all that red! That beautiful red flowing like liquid satin in all this chaos. Like red velvet! Red velvet…. That’s a cake, right? Red velvet, it should’ve been named after blood, should’ve been named… oh. Cambrian shook his head and stared at the black oozing out of his leg. He liked that pain! It was fun! But now he couldn’t exactly walk. Times like these are when he wished he had proper bones, but he didn’t. Alas.

He spent only a few minutes crudely forcing his flesh back together, just enough so he could stand and run. It was nowhere near as elegant or fast as the way he could make flesh bubble out red with just a touch. And, oh, how deeply he wanted to make that beast bubble out red! Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, too. And there was more blood as the damned lizard continued to swirl its stupid bloodless stones everywhere. Cambrian wasn’t looking for the stones. He was looking for blood! The lizard’s blood! How inconsiderate that gross beast was, not to let him end its early life right then and there amongst all the chaos.

It was then that Cambrian had an idea. A great idea!! He let himself flatten on the ground, taking a moment to savor the pain of his crudely mended wound, and he started to take the color and texture of the mud. That lizard was swinging aimlessly around with the junk it collected on its flesh, and as long as it would swing aimlessly, Cambrian could get in there and make a beautiful mess. He was already in his own mind, seeing how that dragon would bleed, seeing the glorious red and the black, how it would bubble and squelch, how the rocks would break and turn the very soil into a deep, bloody slurry— how the rocks would drop when that lizard bled out too much. Of course, his loose shirt and pants didn’t meld to the ground with him, but it was fine! The beast couldn’t see his head or his limbs and he could simply stretch where he needed. He could be like the wind. He was already on the ground. All he had to do was get close and strike!

He took a slow, careful look around, and began his way towards the monster, moving with the ground in a strange, slug-like crawl.

Cambrian had no sense of time. The seconds felt like days. The days felt like seconds. But the seconds and the days were filled with so much fun! It was such a great time! Oh, there would be so much blood! The poor people around him would get covered, but it was fine! They all had the same objective as him, right? Killing that stone-horn beast? He didn't need to be so careful! The people would get splattered, but who cared?! The lizard would be dead. And that was all that mattered. The blood was all that mattered to him at that moment.