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You pounce, howling at the beast and bringing one hand at its eyes and the other at its throat. The shock of the sudden attack, the question of which it wants to save, or the screaming charge serve to leave the creature rooted to the spot as you give in to your righteous anger. You get under the creature's neck as it tries a half-hearted bite, then rise up with a sudden push, the creature staying on the tips of its hind legs as you let gravity carry you back down into it, twisting its head to avoid crushing your hand as you slam down on the creature and into the ground. You feel only a slight shake across your body after the impact, and you quickly rake across its eyes with your claws, your powerful grip tightening around its neck.
The beast thrashes in pain, and a sudden swell tears through the creature's neck, breaking the choke and causing you to feel a thrust that propels you back off of the creature. You manage to spin, catching it across the face with your tail as you spin off balance and land nearly prone, with one leg stretched out to keep your balance.
The creature, bloodied and beaten, lets out a low hum that plays with your vision. It suddenly swells into a cacophony that bounces off of each wall, dizzying you as you hear a brittle crack, then a loud crashing noise all around you. You are blind for a moment, as a rain of glass comes down on you and Godfried, who lets out a grunt just before the stuff clears. The creature is gone, and the glass around you is shattered. You feel a few shallow scratches, and see that Godfried has a thick shard stuck in one forearm. He pulls it out with a slight wince and the hiss of him inhaling sharply, then casts it down on the ground.
You feel the unwarranted confidence fading.
"That could have gone better. Where is that thing?" Godfried asks, looking over to see Hugh getting up and rubbing his head.
"Did anyone get the license plate number of that truck?" Hugh groans. |