The battle was already over before he had even gotten there.
On the ground was a smoldering pile of bloody flesh, black tendrils of smoke rising from its charred body.
The creature was a strange thing to see, despite being burnt beyond recognition. Standing beside the creature, covered head to toe in blood, was Blaze.
His gallant posture, spear in hand, as he stood over his dead victim impressed Cain.
"Alright, that should be the last one of these annoying things. We should be heading –"
Steve's words died in his throat.
He stammered, "C-Cain?!"
Cain gave him a small smile,
"Looks like you guys are out here having a lot of fun."
Steve let out a sigh, "I thought I was seeing a ghost."
Cain frowned, "I'm not dead yet, you idiot!"
Before he was able to say anything else, a shadow was cast over him, and he was tackled to the ground.
A big, sloppy tongue licked him all over.