His children where dying in droves all around him. Before he could call them back, he was frozen by an unholy noise that filled the air of the gardens. It almost sounded like buzzing... but tinged with a gutteral sound that somehow seemed familiar to him.<br/><br/>Oh gods the noise... the town, the smell, the same noise he heard as his mother was murdered in a single sickening instant... the same noise he heard now.<br/><br/>He snapped back to reality in time to see the beast crawling up from the earth. A demon born from the flesh of dead wasps. It stood level with him, armoured in a horrid mish-mash of black and yellow carapace that seemed to be covered in some kind of awful disgusting sludge. It's wingspan was enormous, as where the huge black needle pointed stingers that jutted out of two huge upper arms.<br/><br/>He stared at the creature for a moment, desperately trying to make sense of what he was seeing before it began to stalk slowly towards him.<br/><br/><br/>No... this couldn't be real. Perhaps he was dreaming. He must have passed out on the grass from the ringing in his head before... it all made perfect sense.<br/><br/>These thoughts did little to comfort him as the creature smashed an arm into his chest, sending him flying a few feet across the garden and crashing painfully into the large tent that had housed the strange creature that had so terrified mary earlier. Suddenly he knew that this was all too real.<br/><br/>His garden... his safe, quiet garden. The same place he had meditated in so many times before. The same place his children called home. Brother Vernasus began to fuel himself with rage.<br/><br/>HIS garden. HIS safe haven. HIS children... all being destroyed before his eyes. He charged the beast, dodging it's sluggish swipes and slamming his fist hard against its chest.<br/><br/>The blow barely staggered the foul, demonic monstrosity. Vernasus grew angrier still at the lack of damage he had managed to inflict. He ducked as it swung its huge arm at his head, then channeled as much force as possible into his fists and attacked while it was left vulnerable. He hit it again and again, striking harder and faster with each blow. The creature let out an ungodly roar as pieces of carapace broke off from its body.<br/><br/>Just as he began to think that he was driving the creature back, it unleashed its wings and flew back a few feet, so quickly he could barely follow. A sudden, excruciating pain tore through his shoulder as the monsters enormous black stinger pierced his flesh. Before he could retalite, the beast flew high into the air with him attached.