Ah, the Carpathians. Midday shines its magnificence all over their highest peaks.

Up a rise, a bachelor group of chamois ascends. A few gravel pebbles come loose, beneath their hooves, and fall to their complete disintegrations. Still, the only chamois that staggers in the presence of vertigo is either old, weak, hornless, or all of the above.

The one with the biggest horns stops atop a peak, and turns to the rest of his fathers, brothers, and sons. The ones on the front lines back up a few steps, and give him some room...

Alas, this dominant billy is not everything he seems. One of his rear knees is under a vampiric siege...

Within his knee, the battle rages. To some of the vampires invading, his leg is like a very tall cliff. Inside his knee is like a very deep cave. And there are badlands within the cave. There are lakes of blood, and spiky stalactites dripping of it.

Like eels, the invaders slither around. They're nematodes...and they suck blood. They lap it up, as if they can't get enough. They can't.

Floating on his back in a lake of blood, Marian sleeps. A lot has changed since his last meeting with Doina. Hell, at his new size, Doina probably couldn't see him...

Below him, the nematodes swim, and make waves. To him, they're like sea serpents.

At last, the waves rustle him up enough...and he nearly drowns in the surrounding blood, when he realizes what it is. And he nearly has a reaction.

He has another reaction, when he sees a bunch of gargantuan worms, ashore, creeping towards the lake of blood. They lack eyes, and senses of any kind. Marian's pretty sure that touch is their only sense.

They've all come to drink. Marian dreads that...

They bury their heads into the lake, and start sipping. All around Marian, the lake gets shallower.

Soon, Marian gets this impulse. He lies on his back, just as he was before, and keeps his center. All around him, the lake gets shallower. Lucky for him, he doesn't seem to be drifting towards any of their mouths...

High and out, their host rears, on his hind legs. Below him, both of his knees crack.

Simultaneously, more blood is released, from the cave ceiling within the billy's knee. Everything and everyone is nearly drowned in a bloody flood.

Marian is swept away, with anything unlucky to be smaller and weaker than the flood. This includes a lot of the nematodes. He bumps against their coils several times, as the flood rushes. They're huge, and scary. They're like the Midgard Serpent, or the leviathan. Not that Marian would know...

High and out, throughout the Carpathians, a gunshot rings out. Atop the peak, the other chamois are spooked, and run.

The dominant billy is...but doesn't say so for long. He's bleeding...and not just from the knee this time. He falls from his rearing, and lands on his rocky surroundings. His breathing is labored, as he breathes his last breaths of life.

From below, a hot redhead, dressed in revealing leather, approaches the shot chamois. Her firearm is smoking.

She stops, and looks down upon her trophy. It looks so helpless, down there. She lifts her foot, puts it on the dying carcass, and presses down...

Still tiny, Marian lies atop the chamois's knee. He opens his eyes, looks up, and sees a hot redheaded titaness, tormenting his failing host. She's SO big, and SO gorgeous...

She removes her foot, and scoffs. "I just missed your heart," she mutters. She aims her firearm at the chamois' chest, and fires.

All around Marian, there's a meteor shower...of blood and guts. He almost gets washed away by such a meteor.