Tennor walked forward as slowly as a croc could and reached the sol, looking around for the hand. He slowly reached for the prize when he was thrown backwards.
Tennor sprinted toward Ammy and bared his teeth while she was getting up. All of a sudden, a ball of gray fur flew fro the shadows. Kold. The racoon fought valiantly... but was thrown to the ground, dead, soon enough.
(He said he isn't going to post here anymore)
Tennor patted Ammy sadly, "He will be missed. But let us make sure our friend did not die in vain," he attacked the wounded hand viciously. He made sure nott o touch Kold's body- thay would have to give him a proper burial later.
Because Kold had hung on so long, the hand was easy to defeat. Tennor solemnly brought it down and helped Ammy bring Kold's remaints into the next room.