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Quickly drawing your revolver, you fire off a round at the nasty’s head. Rippling plumes of smoke billow forwards and encase the skull of the lithe beastie. When the clouds part, you can see that half the creature’s skull has been reduced to a black powdery ash. spindly tendrils of the beast's muscle and tissue is all that is left of the upper portion of its skull, but its gaze is unflinching and it move’s with the swiftness of a jackal. The looming mass of muscle seems barely affected as it lurches forwards, grabbing at whatever it can get its hands on.
You pull a hard left, clench your fist against the cold handle of your gun, and in a short, quick breath, pull the trigger again. You almost miss, the jerky and spastic movement of the creature threatens to throw off your aim, but another dull thud follows the pull of your trigger as another piece of the gnashing giant disappears into mist. In a moment of hesitation, you wait, hoping for the sound of a meaty body dropping against cold, hard ground.
Instead, fingers like long tendrils poke out of the smoke one by one, aimed directly at your throat. You go to fire again, but you simply aren’t quick enough. Hard nails threaten to break the skin underneath your collar as you are hoisted into the air, legs kicking and spasming. Your sense of orientation threatens to give out as twitchy, sinewy movements thrash you about. The ashy jaw of the thing strangling you gurgles and spits a black tar. You are about to be thrown hard into the ground if you do not act quickly!
>(DEFENSIVE: BITE INTO THE CREATURE’S HANDS)
>(OFFENSIVE: TRY FIRING AGAIN)
