Fey twisted around to be greeted by a pair of hands rushing towards him.
"Oh, crap." He muttered. The slig held him around the waist in a crushing grip. Totally winded, all that Fey could do was open and close his mouth.
"We'll find your little friends later." The slig said, digging his fingernails into Fey's flesh, "But for now, you can have a reunion with your tribe." Fey struggled and kicked, he thrashed his hands but all that he got was a heavy blow to the head. He blacked out as the slig carried him off...
I could write more but i'm suffering from a disease called laziness.
