The wriggling only set the larger Tribute off. He worried at the meat of his arm like a rotting dog, Shion's blood spurting out and splashing him in the face. By now R wasn't even trying to worry about things like clinging and holding on, so dead set on getting this over with that he got sloppy even for a zombie. He reared his head back, trying to tear off a chunk, his grip on Shion slipping.

[OOC: Boy needs some swimming lessons after this]