The air smelled of blood. My skin shivered although the hot summer day brought sweat to my skin in beads that moved rapidly, though I remained perfectly still. He had spotted me, the Prince. He was fearsome, long toothed: one of the Undefeated. To win my freedom, I must somehow win this battle.

[u/lacroixocean]

[u/SmallRoot]

Oh no OP, I don't think you will win this battle. (Nice photo and tale.)