Sacrifice

Keng turned in time to see what he was hearing. The large hand of the Cursed Dryad flew down at them, slamming into the ground like someone squishing a bug. Philip's eyes were shut. Fear had taken over as warm liquid spilled from above. 

Drip. 

Drip. 

Drip. 

Philip's eyes opened, greeted by the wind. Keng was falling as blood fell off of his face. 

'What just happened?' Philip asked himself. Keng's eyes were fixated on the Cursed Dryad. He looked like he was about to pass out. 'What did he do?'

The Cursed Dryad chuckled as she slammed her hands down at the spot, repeatedly. She screamed in another language Keng couldn't understand. Philip knew what she was screaming. She was enjoying their deaths. 

Keng quietly landed on the ground and looked at Philip for a moment before dashing for the exit.