Unexpected Detour

I have just agreed to be the fool that shall play bait. Well, there shall be no way that I shall allow my beloved to become bait. The only one that shall be attacking her is me. And let me tell you this, I much rather want to be somewhere else than here, for I have three men, whom I believe are Leviathans that are making somewhat of a nervous stroll up to me. One shall think he shall launch himself at me and turn my insides out, but no. He is, with his two friends in tow, coming up to me rather slow and ominously.

And then.

The man is in front of me so fast that one would think that he is a Vampire. I watch as he unhooks his jaw and opens it so wide that his entire face has become a set of teeth, but wait, that godawful split tongue seems to horrify me even more than the teeth. I know that any minute now, he is going to make mince of my face. But then I do remember the dagger that I hold in my hand. Now my great idea to take him from behind is just not happening. The t