<<<<< 🤠 Swings over on a vine, barely able to catch his footing on the slippery ledge!
"Whew, that was close!" He thinks. "Why oh why do they keep disappearing, leaving me to find them and save them?" he thinks as he switches on the high power flashlight. Suddenly, as if being chased and fleeing for their very lifes, bats come flooding at him!
He ducks and let's them fly to find other places to sleep until their night flight.
He walks down into the cavern, the beam of light back and forth like a window into the darkness. Knowing his C.C. friends have to be down there and needing his help, walks on and takes in his surroundings so that he may not miss a clue, much to the dismay of the slug that the light stopped on momentarily. Suddenly , he hears a loud growl ahead!
Squinting, , then re focusing his eyes, he reaches for his Bowie knife. He removes it, sliding it out of its home, and welds it with the purpose of not coming out of here without his friends. He takes a a deep breathe, and begins at a slow run toward the direction of the creature that may be standing in between he and they. He let's out a battle cry that , as it echoes down the cavern, it intensifies, reaching the level of strengh as to amplify and sounding as if a hundred warriors with resolve were headed toward the angry creature! The creature's feet announced it before he saw its hideous head come into view. It was at a run now too and headed for him. Then he saw it, the head of the the beast he would have to slay in order to continue down that narrow passage...