The crab can crush us into dust with those gargantuan claws. The millipede emits venom from its glands. Einswine and I circle our opponents, gathering our thoughts and our strategy.
I remain calm. [What's the plan?]
Einswine snorts, smelling determined. [We risk either dying by venom or being crushed, unless we are clever.]
[Is the crab immune to venom?]
Einswine's breath comes out in puffs from his nostrils when he snorts in response to my question. [No, because millipede venom keeps away predators like crabs. That said, these two are tamed beasts in the same household, so their tamers would make the crab immune. Either through magic, feeding him potions, or dosing him with the poison so that he develops a tolerance.]
I gag. [DISGUSTING.]
Einswine grunts. [A fact of beast taming, my dear feline compatriot.]
