He fell on his back as the beast landed on the ground. The landing was unexpectedly unsettling and he lost his balance. He opened his eyes and looked up, he was lying between its legs and the giant beast was again looking at them to make sure that the insignificant insect had been disposed of. Something had caught Surgit’s eye though. On its right monstrous thigh, the beast had what appeared to be an old injury. “Blood, give us blood” murmurs could be heard inside of his head. He felt his heart pounding fast. He couldn’t understand the source of the voices but he had no time for that. He quickly got up and grabbed his gun to try and reopen the wound… His holster was empty! He had lost his gun during the fight somehow.

Improvising a new plan of attack, he lunged forward and jumped at the injured leg. He hacked at it with his saw and heard the beast’s roar. “Pain… pain… delicious, now give us blood. Bless us with blood” the voices kept on repeating. Was it the beast? Or was he going insane?

He jumped and struck the wound with his saw again. Blood showered him as he landed. The plan he came up with by sticking to the beasts hide created an opening he didn’t expect. The beast jumped again and landed a small distance away, facing him on all fours. He could feel its rage. There was no going back, he had engaged a supernatural being and he had to finish it. As the beast made to attack him, two shots could be heard in the distance. Both hit the monster’s head and it held onto it, releasing yet another terrifying howl. Surgit looked back to see a dark shape in the distance, it was the originator of the shots. He had no time to lose though, the beast was vulnerable and it was his opportunity to attack. He lunged forward as the beast fell down to the ground. Those two shots had obviously staggered it and its head was exposed. He swung his weapon at it and was surprised to see that it was thick as steel. He hacked at the wound caused by the bullet then, trying to make an opening and drain the giant of its energy.

With its horn, the beast rammed Surgit into the sidewalk. Its head was now close to Surgit and he could see its teeth watering, ready to reduce him to minced meat. He had a broken arm and a bone was protruding from his right leg. He was definitely lucky earlier when he landed on top of the cart. He closed his eyes and waited for the beast’s finishing move. He had lost and he should acknowledge it.