The Himalayan pass was silent, save for the crunch of massive footsteps. The Yeti, shaggy and white, patrolled its territory.
Hidden in a drift was a Jenglot. It was an Indonesian doll-vampire, barely six inches tall, brought here by a lost climber. Miniature Fetish Link. It was cold, angry, and thirsty.
It saw the massive ankle of the Yeti. "Feast," it hissed.
The Pinprick
The Jenglot leaped, sinking its tiny fangs into the Yeti's thick hide. Cursed Patronage.
The Yeti paused. It scratched its leg. It thought it was a flea.
The Jenglot drank furiously, but the Yeti's blood was thick and slow in the cold. It was like trying to drink a frozen milkshake through a coffee stirrer.
The Yeti looked down. It saw the tiny, wriggling doll attached to its fur.
"Bug?" the Yeti grunted.
The Sneeze
The Yeti inhaled. The cold air rushed into its cavernous lungs. Avalanche Call.
It wasn't an attack; it was a biological reaction to the dust on the Jenglot.
ACHOO.
The sonic force of the sneeze was equivalent to a cannon blast. The Jenglot was blown off the leg and launched across the valley.
The noise triggered the snowpack above. A shelf of ice the size of a building sheared off. The Yeti braced itself, part of the mountain. The Jenglot, mid-air and helpless, was slammed into the canyon floor and buried under forty feet of hard-packed snow.
The Yeti sniffed, wiped its nose, and continued its walk.