I hop from rock to rock near the center. From the rock I now stand on, I cut my finger to drip blood onto the sand to attract them. Feeling vibrations in the ground, I ready my shield and stomp on my rock to let my presence be known.
But then something odd occurs, or moreso terrifying. There is not just one isolated vibration, there are several. It grow to the point that the entire clearing is shaking. I come to the realization, this was a nest.
These worms form nests with hundreds of eggs. Upon sufficient stimuli like the stench of blood, they all hatch and go into a frenzy, going after both the assumedly injured prey and their siblings. That means I right in the center of a brawl to the death, fuck.
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